He checked the screen.
“We should go.”
Then he laughed.
“She’s probably sitting at home without a clue.”
They started walking.
Straight toward where I was standing.
I LET THEM WALK RIGHT PAST ME
I pressed myself against the cold pillar.
Adrian and Celeste passed within a few feet.
Neither noticed me.
They were too absorbed in each other.
Too confident.
Too convinced that I was exactly where they expected me to be—
at home in Westhaven, trusting my husband.
The moment the sliding doors closed behind them, something inside me changed.
The panic disappeared.
My heartbeat slowed.
Cold.
Steady.
Focused.
I did not go to my car.
Instead, I walked into an airport café.
Opened my laptop.
And called the one person Adrian should have remembered existed.
Marcus Vance.
My late father’s former business partner.
A senior corporate attorney.
And the man who had known me since I was five years old.
