Chloe collapsing against the bench.
Marcus stepping away.
Sylvia bending down—not to help, but to remove something from Chloe’s hand.
Her wedding ring.
The detective studied the image for a long time.
She took the ring, he said.
She took control, I said.
Then Marcus called again.
I allowed the phone to ring twice.
The detective looked toward me.
I answered on speaker.
Eleanor, Marcus snapped. Where are you.
I remained silent.
Do not make a scene, he said. Chloe embarrassed herself last night. She was drunk. She fell. She
