He nodded.
“I understand.”
And he left.
The next morning, Adrian appeared at Claire’s house.
I don’t know how he found the address.
Perhaps he remembered where she lived from a previous visit.
Perhaps someone had told him.
But when Claire opened the security camera application, he was standing outside her front door.
He was holding flowers.
He looked exhausted.
“Emma,” he called. “I know you’re in there.”
Claire looked at me.
I felt my chest tighten.
Adrian continued.
“Please. Just give me five minutes.”
I didn’t answer.
Then he said something that changed my hesitation into certainty.
“Whatever my father told you, he doesn’t understand what’s happening.”
I looked at Claire.
She immediately contacted Rebecca.
Adrian remained outside for several minutes.
When Claire told him through the intercom that he needed to leave, he became angry.
He accused her of interfering in our marriage.
