in the rearview mirror. She looked like a wreck-w

Hospital," Deliah sai

pt his location services on for his devices, a habit f

ata center in New Jersey. It was

trench coat tight around herself. She bypassed the main lobby

ettes. Deliah spotted a white lab coat hanging over a railing where one of the smokers had left it. With a

the pandemic-and put it on. She walked confidently toward the keypad-protected

foot just before it latched, slipping in behind him. She kept her head down, her gai

ntact, until she reached the service elevators. She

eliah felt like an intruder in her own husband's life. She w

plush navy. It smelled of lavender, not antiseptic.

all. It was Jere's laugh-a sound she

rward, huggi

by a door about fifty feet away. H

guard turned and walked toward a

pty post, her heart in her throat.

was sligh

d through

ie undone. Next to him sat a woman. She was petite, fragile-looking, with dark hair cascadi

or six years old-was playing with t

er gut. It was a tableau of dome

head. "Thank you for coming. Leo was

tender, reverent. "I told you I'd alw

hite. She questioned her sanity. Was she the villain? Was

sh a tear from her cheek. The sle

arkled on Ir

light from the bedsid

was a signal that the marriage