The Lie After Thanksgiving
"Why are you checking on her? Did she offend you?"
"Yes," I answered plainly, staring at the lights glowing upstairs, my voice steady to an almost chilling degree. "She's seeing Silas. They have a child. Eli, I want a divorce. I want Silas and her to have no place left in Portwell."
My brother moved fast. In less than half an hour, his assistant reached out to me directly and sent over a full five gigabytes of evidence and records. I opened the files. Besides Iris' public social media posts, there was also a parent–child account filled with videos—more than a hundred of them. In every single one, Silas appeared in some form.