CLAIRE.

“Get dressed. Now. She is already in the hallway.”

Julian’s voice is tight and urgent as he yanks his sweatpants up. Cum is still leaking down my thighs and dripping onto the ruined inheritance papers. I scramble off the dining table on shaky legs, snatch my discarded robe from the floor, and yank it closed just as my late husband’s sister rounds the corner into the dining room.

“There you two are,” she says, smiling too brightly. Her eyes flick over the messy table, the crumpled documents, the way my hair is tangled and my lips look swollen. “I hope I am not interrupting anything important. I just could...