Had Brett grown resentful without saying so? The thought unsettled her deeply. She replayed moments, searching for signs she might have missed. None were obvious. If he had been resentful, he had worn the mask of patience, hidden beneath politeness, making it impossible to confront.
Going back to that phone call, she had swallowed the moment, telling herself she was overreacting. Now, with the letter in her hand, the memory rearranged itself. The woman’s voice, the secrecy, the expenses, the hotel booking, and now the sale of the house. What once felt ambiguous hardened into certainty.