Vanessa’s voice trembled when she spoke.
“I didn’t know he was married when this started.”
I opened her messages on my phone.
“Should I play the one where you called me his useful little widow?”
She immediately fell silent.
The detectives separated Daniel, Elaine, and Vanessa.
Once they were no longer standing together, their confidence disappeared completely.
Daniel shouted that I was bitter and vindictive.
Elaine begged me to remember that we were family.
Vanessa avoided looking at me.
For the first time, none of them looked powerful.
They looked exactly like what they were—three people realizing that the person they had underestimated had seen through every lie.
