“Grant destroyed it when he decided to cheat and lie,” I said, keeping my voice level.

Antoinette let out a soft, dry laugh.

“Men make mistakes, Amelia,” she said. “A wise wife knows when to look away for the sake of her family’s future.”

“I am not that wise,” I said.

“No,” Antoinette agreed. “You are foolish. And you are playing a game you cannot win.”

She unclasped her handbag and pulled out a small, cream-colored envelope.

She slid it across the marble table toward me.

“What is this?” I asked.

“A glimpse of your future if you continue down this path,” Antoinette said.

I picked up the envelope.

The paper was thick and heavy.

Inside was a single sheet of paper with a list of dates, times, and names.

It was a log of my movements over the past three years.

“We have eyes everywhere, Amelia,” Antoinette said. “We know about your visits to the therapist. We know about the sleep medication you were prescribed last winter.”

My heart squeezed.

“That is confidential medical information,” I said.