Cole
The moment my phone buzzed with a message from Mirela, my heart pounded harder than I cared to admit.
Mrs. Gomez: Have you changed your mind about getting your wife back? You should see how she’s doing, Cole. Her babies are growing.
My grip tightened on the phone. Babies. The word sent a jolt through me. I muttered it under my breath, barely registering that my car had come to a halt in front of the grand entrance to Arlene’s company.
I had almost turned around, almost convinced myself again that Yasmin was dead and that this woman—Arlene—wasn’t her. But then there was the tattoo. Mirela had mentioned it, and no one else knew about it. No one except me and, of course, Marcus. Maybe Sarah too.
The nagging feeling that Marcus might be setting me up gnawed at my gut. But why? If I g
