Adrian.
Claire.
Seat 14B.
When I finished, Marisol leaned back slowly.
“Well.”
“That’s all you have?”
“I’m deciding whether your life is a mystery novel or a very complicated tax audit.”
“Helpful.”
“I try.”
Then she took my hand.
“What do you believe?”
I looked at her.
“No one has asked me that.”
“Then everyone is doing this wrong.”
I stared at our joined hands.
“I believe Ethan lied to me.”
“Yes.”
“I believe he may have had reasons.”
“Yes.”
“I believe reasons don’t undo what those lies did.”
“No.”
I swallowed.
“I believe Adrian doesn’t know everything happening inside his company.”
“That seems possible.”
“I believe someone wanted me on that plane.”
Marisol’s expression changed.
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because Claire booked the seat beside mine days before Adrian moved flights.”
“Maybe she wanted to talk to you.”
“That’s what I keep thinking.”
