Grace exhaled shakily.
“Anne, I know what you found on his laptop. I know about the condo. I know about the pregnancy. But there are pieces you don’t have.”
My voice came out quieter than I expected.
“Is Melanie with him?”
“No.”
That surprised me.
“She isn’t?”
“She thinks he’s in Zurich.”
I sat back down.
For a while, neither of us spoke.
The clock ticked on the wall.
Outside, a car passed slowly down the street, its engine fading into afternoon silence.
Finally, I said, “You need to start from the beginning.”
Grace gave a small, tired laugh.
“I wish I knew where the beginning was.”
