saw the date. “No. That’s not possible.”
Daniel had told me Michael died before we met.
The obituary said otherwise.
Business partners.
Eight months after our first date.
Name, age, town.
Same man.
“So you lied about that too.”
I kept searching.
A car accident. A few business records.
The obituary said otherwise.
Then one archived filing stopped me.
Rebecca H.
“Wait.”
I read it again.
“Rebecca…?”
Not some distant cousin. Michael’s wife.
Then one archived filing stopped me.
“So that’s why the company fell apart.”
I stared at Daniel’s name on the screen.
“You were sleeping with your partner’s wife? God, Daniel. That’s disgusting.”
I searched their names together.
An old address appeared, then a newer one.
“Found you.”
I grabbed my keys.
Not some distant cousin. Michael’s wife.
***
The house was forty minutes away.
Rebecca opened the door and froze. “Laura?”
“So this is where you disappeared to.”
