Cora

Oh crap, so this was how he planned to lay things out—just dump it all on the table and then sort out the pieces. It was the same way he put together a puzzle—zero logic or planning. James was not an outside-edge-first kind of guy, and he never looked at the picture on the box. No part of this scenario could go well. If I thought I could hold my breath during the entire revelation, I would, just so I didn’t miss a single word. It was a sadistic kind of anticipation that my husband wouldn’t fare well in.

“This morning? What on earth took you so long to get here?” she asked as she passed mugs and dessert plates around the island in the kitchen.

This was where his plan came to a grinding halt.