I Opened The Security Log Before They Could Get Their Story Straight

on me.”

“We don’t have a dog,” Beth said.

That one landed.

He blinked. “I meant, Jesus, I meant the coffee from the kitchen. I dropped it because I was rushing.”

I said, “She was in my closet.”

He shook his head too fast. “No. She wasn’t. She left before you got home.”

“I saw her hand.”

“You were upset.”

“I recognized her ring.”

He leaned both palms against continue reading …