the screen.”
“What did you see?”
“Your name kept popping up. I tapped the contact, hoping to find another way to reach you if something had happened to him.”
She swallowed.
“The profile photo was the two of you together.”
My stomach sank.
“I confronted him,” Tessa continued. “At first, he tried to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like. Then he admitted you were his wife, but claimed the marriage had been over for months.”
“We had breakfast together the morning he left,” I said.
I realized that
