“I don’t know how much she knows. But she’s been meeting with Garrett for at least a year.”
A year.
My half sister had attended my birthday dinner. She had hugged me after my miscarriage scare. She had sat beside me at Christmas and asked whether Garrett was treating me well.
All the while, she had been sleeping with my husband.
“I’m going to destroy them,” I whispered.
“Not by running at them tonight.”
He tucked the evidence back into his jacket.
“Tonight, we disappear.”
At 11:42 p.m., Tobias led me through a maintenance tunnel beneath the old pier to a service road. We followed it until we reached a small fishing shack hidden among the reeds.
Inside, an old man sat beside a propane heater.
He stood when we entered.
“Tobias,” he said quietly. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it.”
“Mr. Ellis.”
The man looked at my soaked clothes and pale face. He didn’t ask questions. He handed me a blanket, a dry sweatshirt, and a pair of boots.
