That evening, Michael sat hunched at the table, the latest envelope of cash spread before him. The note inside read simply: For Sarah and Emily—always. The words burned into him. He slammed the envelope down as Sarah entered, his voice shaking. “Enough. Tell me who he is.”
Sarah froze, eyes wide. “Mike—please.” He rose, towering over her, his hands trembling with fury. “He’s been here. He’s been giving you money. Even Emily talks about him. How long, Sarah? How long have you been letting another man into this house?”