I thought it was just a rash on my husband’s back—until the doctor saw it, turned pale, and whispered, “Don’t go home. Call the police. Now.”

returned.

“You’ve always been dramatic, Elena,” he said as officers escorted him for questioning. “Go home, calm down, and stop embarrassing us.”

I smiled. “I’m not going home.”

Ten minutes later, Monica texted me from Ethan’s phone, unaware it had been returned under police supervision.

COME TO THE HOUSE. WE SHOULD TALK BEFORE THIS GETS UGLY.

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