Receipts of Infidelity
At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night.
My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night.
I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?"
His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it."
I scan the text and sputter.
The Wisteria is located in the western region of
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