crazy person, Rosalyn? I’m buried in critical negotiations.”
His voice came through sharp and impatient, the same tone he used whenever he wanted me to feel guilty for interrupting him.
For one second, I almost admired how easily he delivered the lie.
Behind his rehearsed frustration, I could hear waves rolling onto a beach, a young woman laughing close to the phone, and the bright clink of champagne glasses.
Christopher had told me he was flying out for a last-minute business negotiation that could “change everything” for us.
He had
