It was the first time we'd slept in separate rooms. He went to the guest room while I tossed and turned in the master bedroom.
The next day, I had someone investigate the college girl. Her name was Danielle Crimson, a senior at Atlanta University. Her family was poor, an ailing mother and a younger brother still in school.
She and Javier met at a cocktail party. She was molested by someone and Javier rescued her heroically.
"Madam, I think Mr. Lloyd might have saved her because she reminded him a little of you," Miss Taylor, my assistant, hesitated to explain.
I laughed lightly and set the information down on the table. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number.
[Mrs. Lloyd, can we meet?] The message was from Danielle. She had asked to meet at a café.
When I arrived, she was busy finishing up her shift, sweating, "Sorry, Mrs. Lloyd, I just got off work. Thank you for waiting."
Her youthful energy radiated from her glowing face. She did look quite different from me. I smiled and took a sip of my coffee, then calmly said, "Go ahead, let me know when you've scheduled Javier to arrive so I can play along with your little show."