Chapter 37
SOPHIA
I dressed carefully that morning, more carefully than I usually bothered for a Tuesday, choosing the green dress Daniel had once told me made my eyes look sharper, pairing it with the perfume he always noticed even when he pretended not to. If something had shifted in him lately, some new, unwelcome softness pulling his attention toward his own wife, I intended to remind him exactly where his real attention belonged.
His office building had a security desk that usually made visitors wait, but the guard there knew my face by now, waved me through with barely a glance. Daniel's assistant, a young woman named Priya, looked up when I stepped off the elevator, and something in her expression flickered, hesitation, maybe, before she smoothed it away.
"He's actually in a me
