He told himself he’d uncover the truth, whatever it was. Every coin in Emily’s bank, every bill in Sarah’s purse, every neighbor’s pitying glance pointed to one conclusion—another man had taken his place, if not in Sarah’s heart, then in the life he thought was his alone.
That night, Michael read the message that popped up on Sarah’s phone. I think it’s almost time. Michael stared at it, blood pounding. Almost time for what? To take Sarah? To replace him completely? He placed the phone back, fists trembling with fury.