CAMERON

Rachel was waiting in the living room when I got home.

She wasn't on her phone. That was the first sign something was wrong.

The second was the way she looked at me. Really looked at me. Like she was seeing me for the first time in months.

"Where were you?" she asked.

"Dinner. With a colleague. I told you—"

"Don't lie to me, Cameron."

My heart stopped.

"What?"

She held up her phone. "You left your iPad on the kitchen counter. It dinged. A text message. From someone named J."

Oh fuck.

"Rachel—"

"'Can't wait to see you Thursday. I need you.'" She read it like she was...