Harper
Claire held the envelope against her chest as though it still belonged to Gavin.
Cole extended his hand.
“Give it to me.”
“No.”
“You’ve already accessed department cameras, harassed Harper, and used Gavin’s account after his death. Don’t make this worse.”
Claire looked at me.
“She isn’t a victim.”
“I never said I was.”
“You slept with my sister’s husband.”
“Yes.”
The word hurt, but I refused to hide from it.
Claire’s expression sharpened, searching for an excuse she could tear apart.
I didn’t give her one.
“I knew he was married,” I continued. “I was wrong. But he lied to me about everything else.”
“He told Natalie you were obsessed with him.”
“I know.”
“He said he tried to end it.”
“He took me to an apartment and promised we would live there.”
Claire’s mouth tigh
