The Morning Arthur Vance Lost Everything
The Morning Arthur Vance Lost Everything
Arthur saw my message.
I knew he did.
The little notification appeared almost immediately.
Read.
For a few seconds, I imagined him staring at his phone inside Boston Logan Airport, standing beside Sienna Brooks with that arrogant smile still on his face.
I imagined him wondering if I was finally broken.
If I was finally crying.
If I was finally begging him not to leave.
That was the version of Eleanor he believed existed.
The quiet wife.
The obedient wife.
The woman who smiled beside him at charity events while secretly fixing the mistakes he made behind closed doors.
He never understood something important.
Silence is not always surrender.
Sometimes silence is a person collecting evidence.
I placed my phone on the nightstand and walked into the kitchen.
The house was dark.
The same house where Arthur had
