(Marcus)
I watched Victoria typing on her phone. She looked calm now. Too calm. My head was spinning from the wine, but I wasn’t stupid. She had been ready to walk out that door with everything that mattered to her.
Everything that mattered to her. Not me. Never me.
The suitcase was still by the front door. I should move it, hide it, make sure she couldn’t grab it and run again. But I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to keep watching her face. Looking for signs that she was lying.
Because she was lying. I could feel it.
She kept glancing at her purse. Quick little looks like she thought I wouldn’t notice. But I noticed everything about Victoria. I had been watching her ever since we got back together. The way she bit her lip when she was nervous. The way she touched her hair when she w
