time.”
Marcus gave a nervous laugh.
“You’re sure this is going to work?”
“It has to,” Julian answered sharply. “We’ve spent too much money getting everything ready.”
There was a pause.
Then Marcus asked,
“And what about Sofia? What happens when she starts asking questions?”
Julian replied without hesitation.
“She already thinks she’s just exhausted. Let her keep believing that.”
I felt as though the floor had disappeared beneath me.
The recording continued.
Marcus said,
“You know, she trusts us completely.”
Julian’s response was chillingly calm.
“Then don’t give her a reason to stop.”
The call ended.
I stared at the wall.
My husband had known about my unexplained memory gaps all along.
Not only that.
He was apparently using those missing hours for something he’d arranged with his brother.
And a woman named Vanessa was involved.
I forced myself to continue listening.
A few minutes later, I heard the
