“You were hoping.”
“I was being foolish.”
“No.”
David’s voice was firm.
“You were hoping.”
Maya looked away.
Daniel tapped the table lightly.
“There’s one detail that matters. You said someone had been answering Marisol’s messages for her. Did the language change?”
Maya frowned.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Around October.”
“How?”
“The earlier messages were emotional. Sometimes confused. The newer ones were formal. They used business terms. I assumed someone was translating.”
“Do you still have all of them?”
“Yes.”
“Send them to me.”
Maya did.
Daniel’s phone chimed.
He opened the files and began reading.
The room settled into silence.
Ten minutes later, he looked up.
“These October messages and the messages from today were not written by the same person.”
“You can tell?” David asked.
“The phrasing is completely different. The October messages refer to Thomas as ‘Mr. Bennett.’ The earlier messages call him Tom.”
Daniel scrolled further.
