Tobias’s POV

I didn’t sleep that night.

I tried.

God knows I tried.

I turned off every light in my bedroom, poured myself a drink, sat by the window and watched Manhattan disappear beneath the darkness, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same fucking video.

Tamara.

The mechanic.

The envelope.

The cash.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I couldn’t make it fit inside my head.

It was like trying to force two completely different lives into the same memory.

The woman I’d loved for years couldn’t be the woman in that video.

She couldn’t.

I had spent too long believing I knew her.

I remembered her...