The Price of a Marriage Built on Whispered Lies and Broken Promises
I rubbed my thumb against the charcoal dust on my skin.
Something in her voice felt too measured, too deliberate.
“How do I know you haven’t already told Daniel about this call?” I asked.
“Because Daniel would have stopped me,” she said. “He doesn’t share power, Emily.”
I stood up and walked toward the window again.
The street below was dark, the streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement.
A dark SUV was parked near the corner, its hazard lights blinking.
It wasn’t Daniel’s sedan.
“Where are you right now, Clara?” I asked.
“In my car, driving back to the Loop,” she said.
“You sound very clear,” I said.
“The encryption software ensures high-fidelity audio,” she replied.
I looked back at my phone screen.
A small green dot was blinking in the corner of the application interface.
I hadn’t noticed it before.
I tapped the screen with my free hand, opening the app’s connection details.
A string of data was scrolling at the bottom of the screen.
It wasn’t just a voice protocol.
It was an active data packet exchange.
“Emily?” Clara asked. “Are you still there?”