The Day I Delivered His Life to Her – usnews
Inside was a cream envelope with Ethan’s name on it and a stack of heavy note cards embossed with the initials BHS.
Blue Harbor Strategy.
Beneath them lay a receipt.
Rush order. Paid by corporate card.
Delivery requested by L. Parker.
Mara read over my shoulder. “The intern ordered these?”
I picked up the envelope. It was unsealed.
Inside was a handwritten note.
Ethan, I did what you asked, but I don’t think she knows. I can’t keep pretending this is only about us. If you don’t tell Lydia by Friday, I will.
No signature. None needed.
The neat, rounded handwriting looked nothing like Ethan’s.
I sat on the bottom stair, the note in my hand.
Lila.
The woman I had imagined as careless, smug, untouched by consequences, had written a warning to my husband about me. Not a love note. Not a demand for roses or promises.
A warning.
Mara sat beside me. For once, she didn’t speak immediately.
I read the note again.
I don’t think she knows.
Knows what?
My phone buzzed.
Unknown number again.
This time it was a text.
