Gathering the Truth
Rather than exploding, Sarah chose precision. The next day, she reached out to Nora, posing as though she was helping plan the firm’s holiday party. They met at a café, where Sarah cut through the small talk.
“My daughter says she’s been to your apartment. With Theo.”
Nora stirred her latte, calm, unflinching. “I wondered when you’d figure it out.”
Her tone was cold, rehearsed. She admitted the affair had been going on for months, that Theo had said things would “go public once you left.”
The casual cruelty in her words chilled Sarah more than the betrayal itself.
