I said. “I never questioned his trips. I trusted him.”
“I trusted him too.”
That was when my anger shifted.
Until then, part of me had still imagined Tessa as a participant in Grant’s betrayal, despite what her note said.
Hearing her voice made the truth clear.
He had not simply lied to me.
He had created two different versions of himself and handed each of us a separate story.
“I sent him messages this morning,” I admitted.
“What kind of messages?”
“I bought a prepaid number and pretended to
