The morning sun filtered through the blinds of the Salinger apartment, illuminating dust motes that danced in the tense air.
Louise had returned home just before dawn, slipping into bed while David snored, oblivious to the fact that his fiancée had just spent the night rewriting her destiny in the arms of his boss.
But now, awake and caffeinated, David’s obliviousness was replaced by a sullen, suspicious jealousy.
"Where were you last night?" David asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms. "I woke up at 2 AM and the bed was empty. You said you had plans. What kind of plans go until dawn?"
Louise buttered her toast with deliberate calmness. She didn't look at him.
"I was with Mia," Louise lied smoothly. "The intern. She was having a crisis with her project. She nee
