I cried in my husband’s arms at the airport as he boarded what he claimed was a two-year work assignment in Zurich.

I walked over and pulled the curtains shut.

Grace heard the rings slide across the rod.

“Good,” she said softly.

My skin prickled. “Are you watching me right now?”

“No.”

“Were you watching me this morning?”

“Yes.”

The honesty was so blunt it silenced me.

“Why?”

“Because I needed to make sure Lucas actually left.”

Something cold moved through my chest.