Two days later, Callum’s first report arrived via an encrypted email message. Claire locked herself in the upstairs bathroom to read it, her hand trembling against the screen of her phone. Callum had attached three clear photographs.
The first showed Daniel standing outside a coffee shop downtown, deep in conversation with a stylish woman in a sharp blazer—the realtor, Sarah Gordon. The other two photos caught Daniel entering a quiet, tree-lined residential street on the far side of town, walking up the driveway of a charming two-story brick home. Subject visited this location twice this week, Callum’s brief notes read. Remained inside for over an hour each time.
Claire leaned against the bathroom wall, the cold tile pressing into her spine. A residential home across town. The conclusion seemed undeniable, dropping into her stomach like lead. Daniel wasn't just selling their house; he was securing a new place to live, building a separate life in the shadows.