MasukThomas knew a detective had been asking questions long before the detective himself decided to contact him.
His mother called first, followed shortly afterward by Kaley, and both told him practically the same thing: a detective named Marcus Reed wanted to know what had happened during Friday night's dinner, what he and Isabella had argued about, and what condition she'd been in when they left the house.
Thomas listened to both women with growing irritation, although neither seem
Thomas knew a detective had been asking questions long before the detective himself decided to contact him.His mother called first, followed shortly afterward by Kaley, and both told him practically the same thing: a detective named Marcus Reed wanted to know what had happened during Friday night's dinner, what he and Isabella had argued about, and what condition she'd been in when they left the house.Thomas listened to both women with growing irritation, although neither seemed particularly concerned. His mother assured him that she'd described the incident as a marital disagreement brought on by the discovery of an affair, and Kaley had done the same, carefully avoiding anything that might reflect badly on him.Neither had mentioned Isabella's disappearance because Thomas simply hadn't told them about it, and they'd assumed she was still at home.He found that rather convenient.What he couldn't understand was why a detective would be intereste
Thomas opened his front door, and the look of irritation that crossed his face when he found Theresa standing on the other side immediately told her that something was wrong.“What are you doing here?”It wasn't exactly the welcome she'd imagined.“I need to talk to you.”“Now isn't a good time.”He tried to close the door, but Theresa put her hand against it before he could shut her out.“Harvey kicked me out.”Thomas regarded her without displaying the reaction she'd expected.“Then you'll have to find somewhere else to live.”It took Theresa a moment to process his response.“Excuse me?”“You heard me. I've got enough problems right now without having to deal with your divorce, too.”“My divorce?” Theresa pushed past him and stepped inside. “My marriage ended because of us.”Thomas cl
Margaret Vaughn offered a considerably less dramatic version of that dinner when Reed spoke with her.According to Thomas's mother, little more than a marital argument had taken place, brought on by some unpleasant news. She acknowledged that Isabella had discovered her husband was seeing another woman and even admitted that the woman had announced over the phone that she was pregnant. Yet every time Reed tried to move the conversation toward what had happened afterward, Margaret returned to the same explanation.“Isabella was upset. Understandably so, given the circumstances, but it was an argument between a husband and wife.”“What exactly do you mean when you say she was upset?”Margaret made a dismissive gesture with one hand.“She cried, raised her voice, said a few things in the heat of the moment… Nothing that doesn't happen during a marital disagreement.”“Did she ask for a divorce?&rd
On Monday morning, Isabella discovered that two nights of sleep weren't enough to put a life back together, although at least they'd allowed her to function without feeling as though her body might collapse at any moment.Matt had contributed considerably to that improvement by turning it into something of a personal mission to make sure she ate, even on Sunday, when he was supposed to have the day off. He would show up with coffee and breakfast, immediately find some unfinished task at Maison Bell, and get to work without asking questions, as though it were perfectly normal for his boss to be sleeping in the little room at the back of the boutique and emerging each morning with the same dark bruise spreading across her cheek.Isabella appreciated that sense of normalcy, especially because, for a few hours at a time, she could concentrate on fabrics, seams, and boxes that still needed unpacking and pretend her life revolved entirely around getting a boutique ready to o
By the time Isabella finally arrived at Maison Bell, the darkness of the night had given way to the first light of dawn, and Matt was waiting outside. He didn't ask why she'd summoned him at such an absurd hour or why her message had been so strange, but the moment she stepped out of the car, every question he might have had vanished from his face.Isabella opened the trunk as Matt cautiously approached her. He noticed the two suitcases first, followed by her wrinkled clothes, but it was the dark bruise spreading across her cheek that made his expression change completely.“Isabella…”She slowly shook her head, hoping he would understand what she couldn't bring herself to say. She couldn't explain what had happened, didn't want to relive it, and above all, couldn't bear to see pity in another person's eyes.Matt understood without needing another word and, instead of asking what had happened, gestured toward the trunk.“Nee
It took Thomas quite a while to realize that Isabella was no longer home.At first, he didn't think much of it. After the scene at dinner and what had happened in their bedroom, it was only natural that she would be upset and probably need a few hours to calm down. Isabella had always been a reasonable woman, and once she stopped letting her anger dictate her reactions, she would understand that throwing away years of marriage over an affair made absolutely no sense.Theresa was a different problem, one he intended to deal with later. First, he needed both women to understand exactly where they stood in this situation.When he returned home and entered the bedroom, Isabella was nowhere to be found, so he assumed she was somewhere else in the house. He checked the bathroom, went downstairs to the kitchen, and even opened the door leading to the garden before taking out his phone and dialing her number.The call went straight to voicemail.Thomas fro







