I did not sleep.
Not a single hour of it. I lay in the dark of the guest suite with my phone face down on the nightstand and the message still burning behind my eyes like something branded there and I listened to the apartment settle around me and I thought about three words.
He already knows.
I went through every conversation we had ever had in this apartment. Every breakfast. Every dinner. Every two in the morning exchange in the kitchen. Every moment in the library. I went through all of it looking for the exact place where he had stopped suspecting and started knowing and I could not find a single clean moment because the truth was it had probably not been a single moment at all. It had been the accumulation of every small thing. Every half second pause before I answered. Every deta
