Claire's POV
Margaux arrived at 7:03 p.m. with wine, cheese, and the expression of a woman who had been waiting all day to have this conversation and was done being patient about it.
I had barely opened the door before she was inside, bag on the counter, wine already being uncorked with the efficiency of someone who had assessed the situation and prescribed accordingly.
"Theo asleep?" she said.
"Ten minutes ago."
"Good." She poured two glasses, pushed one across the counter toward me, and leaned both elbows on the kitchen surface with the focused energy of someone settling in for something significant. "Start talking."
"I told you everything on the phone—"
"You told me the facts. I want the rest." She picked up her glass. "I want the parts you left out because you were processing th
