He Said “I Never Loved You” Over Breakfast — By Midnight, His Wife Was Gone With The Secret That Could Destroy Him

past dark barns. Elena held the envelope against her chest like a child.

Paul’s cousin lived in a farmhouse that looked ready to collapse into the earth.

His name was Bruno DeLuca. He was short, bald, barrel-shaped, and had the face of a man who had lost several fights and learned from none of them.

“You are Anna,” Bruno said.

“For now.”

“Good. I do not continue reading …