The worst part was that I still expected an affair. The truth waiting in 3B had never crossed my mind.-
The woman who opened 3B looked about thirty-five.
Trace Family History
She had Oliver’s brown eyes and narrow nose.
She stared at Daisy, then me. “Can I help
“I’m Claire. Oliver’s wife.”
Her expression changed instantly. “Oh.”
Not the reaction you want from a stranger.
She swallowed. “Come in.”
I stayed put. “Who are you?”
She glanced behind me. “Did Oliver send you?”
“No. Charlotte brought Daisy home.”
“Charlotte?”
“You know her?”
“How?”
She rubbed her forehead. “This is not how this was supposed to happen.”
“Then improve it quickly.”
She studied me for two seconds. “I’m Emma.”
“Okay.”
“Oliver’s sister.”
That was only the first lie to crack—and what followed completely changed how I saw my husband.
