Sabrina watched.
“You think he copied your signature?”
“I don’t know what I think.”
The server brought the check.
I reached for it.
Sabrina shook her head.
“I’ll pay.”
“No.”
“Camille.”
“This was supposed to be my anniversary dinner.”
Her expression collapsed slightly.
“I’m sorry.”
I looked at her.
“I know.”
We split the check.
It felt bizarrely important.
Neither one of us would let Julian pay for one more thing that night.
Outside, Savannah was warm and humid.
People moved along the sidewalk laughing, heading toward bars and hotels as though nothing had changed.
My car was parked around the corner.
Sabrina followed me.
“Are you going home?”
“Yes.”
“Is he there?”
“Probably.”
“You shouldn’t go alone.”
I turned.
“You’re worried about me?”
“I’m worried about what else you might find.”
That stopped me.
Sabrina looked at her phone.
“There’s something else.”
“What?”
“He keeps a second laptop.”
I frowned.
“How do you know?”
“He brought it to my apartment sometimes.”
“What kind?”
“Small. Dark gray. No company logo.”
Julian had a work laptop.
He also had a desktop computer in our home office.
I had never seen a third computer.
“What did he use it for?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you ever see the screen?”
“A few times.”
“And?”
“He always closed things when I walked near him.”
I stared at her.
“You never thought that was strange?”
“I thought he was hiding financial information related to the divorce.”
I looked toward my car.
“That’s probably exactly what he wanted you to think.”
She gave me her number before I left.
I stared at the contact for several seconds before saving it.
Sabrina Holt.
The woman who had stormed into my anniversary dinner calling my husband her boyfriend.
Two hours earlier, I would have considered her the threat.
Now she was the only person in Savannah who seemed to know that my husband had created an entire second version of our marriage.
When I reached home, Julian’s car was in the driveway.
The porch light was on.
I sat inside my vehicle for almost five minutes before going in.
My hands were steady.
That frightened me more than if they had been shaking.
Julian was in the kitchen.
He had removed his jacket.
His tie lay on the counter.
