Audrey’s heartbeat seemed to match the monitor.
“What do you mean?”
Seraphina looked toward the closed door.
“Owen approached me three years ago at a fundraiser. He said he admired the vineyard. He said his firm wanted to partner with us on public restoration projects.”
“You married him for business?”
“At first, I dated him because my mother encouraged it. Later, I thought I loved him.”
“You thought?”
Seraphina’s fingers tightened around her ring.
“I don’t know what was real anymore.”
Audrey understood that feeling too well.
“Did Owen know who I was?”
“Yes.”
The answer came too quickly.
Audrey stared at her.
“He asked about you before our second date.”
“What did he ask?”
“Where you worked. What type of cases you handled. Whether you and Julian were close.”
“And you told him?”
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
Audrey’s mind moved through the evidence.
Owen’s account.
The spreadsheet sent under her credentials.
The flash drive in Seraphina’s dress.