been his decisions at all.
I called Daniel.
“Does this prove Olivia arranged them?”
“It suggests she had a role in arranging at least some of them,” he said. “It doesn’t prove Alexander knew nothing. We need the complete records.”
“Why would she do that?”
“I can’t say.”
I looked at the pages scattered across the table.
“She let me believe he was choosing her over me.”
“Or she let him believe the expenses were routine,” Daniel said. “We don’t know enough to draw a conclusion.”
“I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse.”
“It may not do either yet.”
After we hung up, I sat in the quiet kitchen while the lake moved beyond the window.
I thought about Alexander defending Olivia in the ballroom.
I thought about his certainty whenever I questioned the apartment and the gifts.
And I thought about the way his face had changed when I removed my ring.
