Cameron.
My husband had not only refused the procedure.
He had created a record that made it look as though I had chosen the risk myself.
For several seconds, I could not breathe around the pressure building inside my chest.
It was not panic.
It was the terrible effort of rearranging reality.
Seven years of marriage taught a person to excuse many things. Stress. Pride. Exhaustion. Miscommunication.
But there were decisions that could not hide behind those words.
A forged note was not confusion.
It was intention.
“Why?” I whispered.
Elena’s face changed again.
Not pity this time.
Concern.
“That is what we need to understand.”
I laughed once, but there was no humor in it. The sound hurt my throat.
“Sophie.”
Elena’s eyes flickered.
“You know about her?”
“I know she was in the room. I know she lied. I know Cameron believed her.”
Elena leaned back slightly. “What did she lie about?”
I told her.
