She didn’t.
Not immediately.
She looked at my stomach again.
Then at the framed wedding photo on the nb wall.
Then back at me.
“You think because you were his wife, you knew everything about him.”
My throat tightened.
“I knew enough to respect what he wanted.”
Her eyes turned cold.
“That’s what you keep saying.”
Before I could answer, someone knocked on the front door.
It was Marcus’s doctor.
And in his hand was a small black case I had never seen before.
He looked at Denise.
Then at me.
“Tessa,” he said quietly, “Marcus asked me to give this to you if anyone ever questioned the decisions he made at the end.”
Denise went completely still.
So did I.
Because suddenly I remembered all those times Marcus had asked me to step out of the hospital room while he spoke privately with his doctor.
I had thought he was protecting me from something.
I had no idea he had been preparing for war.
