He was going to leave her behind in Denver with nothing but a pile of debt and a broken heart.

And he was going to take my seven hundred and twenty thousand dollars with him to Europe.

I tucked the receiver back into the deep pocket of my tote bag.

The mirror above the sink showed a woman I barely recognized.

My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright with a cold, hard anger.

I washed my hands in the freezing water, dried them on a paper towel, and took a deep breath.

I had the evidence now.

I had the proof of her betrayal, and the proof of his.

I unlocked the door and walked back out into the warmth of the cafe.

Chloe was sitting exactly where I had left her.

Her phone was unplugged from the power bank, clutched tightly in her hand.

She was typing furiously, her thumbs flying across the screen.

She didn’t look up until I slid back into the booth opposite her.

“Everything okay?” she asked, her voice tight.

“Fine,” I said, reaching out to pack the power bank back into my purse.