(Lena)
Cole picked up on the first ring.
"Lena." His voice was immediate and focused the way it got when he already sensed something had happened before I said a word.
"I need to tell you something," I said.
"Talk."
I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the scratch on my hand while I explained everything. Finding the box in the guest room. The receipts. The photographs. Brad with women who weren't Jade, dated years back into the marriage. The pattern of it. All of it hidden in a wooden box he'd never expected me to open.
Cole stayed quiet until I finished.
Then he said, "Where is the box now?"
"Brad took it," I said. "I was taking it outside to burn it in the firepit and he came home and saw me on the stairs with it. He grabbed it from my hands before I could do anything. His
