“Because someone obviously—”

“You said they before I mentioned anyone sending anything.”

After eleven years of marriage, I knew exactly how Marcus sounded when he was buying time. The careful way he breathed. The way he tilted his head slightly and waited to hear what you already knew before he decided how much to confirm.

He was doing it right now.

“Who was the woman?”

“What woman?”

I unlocked my phone and played the video.

Marcus watched it in silence. When the woman walked into frame, his jaw tightened.

“That’s nothing.”

“You hugged her.”

“I hug people.”

“At almost eleven at night, outside a restaurant, after telling your wife you were working?”

He exhaled. “She’s someone I know through work.”

“Name?”

He hesitated.

“Name, Marcus.”

“Olivia.” He said it like it cost him something. “Her name is Olivia. It was for work.”

I had never heard of Olivia.

I asked what she did. He said she consulted for one of their vendors. I asked why he hadn’t mentioned meeting her. He said it wasn’t dinner. I asked what it was. He said a meeting.

“At 10:47 p.m.,” I said.

“We finished late. That’s all there is to it.”

I looked back at the car. The red bra on the wiper. The black one on the driver’s mirror. A dozen other pieces arranged across the hood.

“Why would somebody cover your car in lingerie because you hugged a coworker?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s becoming your favorite sentence.”

We went inside. And the silence inside the house was worse than the street had been, because inside there was no performance of normalcy to maintain. Just the kitchen tiles we’d picked out together and the mortgage we complained about and eleven years of a marriage I had believed in completely until about fifteen minutes ago.

“Give me your phone,” I said.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

The answer came without a beat of hesitation.

“Why not?”

“Because this is ridiculous.”

“Someone covered your car in women’s underwear and sent me a video of you meeting a woman you’ve never once mentioned.”

“I explained her.”

“You gave me a first name after I asked twice.”

He shook his head. “I’m not handing over my phone because some lunatic is trying to create problems between us.”

“Then unlock it yourself.”

“No.”

I picked his phone up from the counter and entered the six-digit code I had known for years.

It didn’t work.