Rebecca POV
I had not intended to find it.
That was the thing I kept coming back to afterward, in the specific obsessive way the mind returns to the moment before something changes, replaying it, examining it, looking for the point at which the ordinary errand became the thing it became. I had gone into Edmund’s office with a clear and specific purpose. The household insurance documents were renewed in September every year and September had arrived and the renewal confirmation was filed in the household records cabinet in the left corner of his office, the one I had always managed, the one that had been mine to maintain for the five years of this marriage.
Edmund had been gone since seven-forty.
I waited until eight-fifteen, which was longer than necessary but felt like the right inte
