“Miller Estate,” I said.
The house was silent. It felt like a tomb I was finally escaping.
My suitcase was already packed, hidden in the back of the closet. I changed out of my gown into comfortable jeans and a sweater. I took off the diamond earrings Brandon had given me for my birthday. I took off the wedding ring.
I placed the ring on the nightstand, right next to a small, velvet box.
Inside the box wasn't jewelry. It was a USB drive. It contained every photo I had taken of them, every text message I had synced from his cloud, and the audio recording of them plotting to use me for the inheritance… and also killing my baby.
Happy Anniversary, Brandon.
I grabbed my suitcase and walked out.
I was in the taxi, watching the city lights blur past on the highway, when my phone rang.
Hubby Brandon.
I stared at the screen for a moment before answering.
“Maureen?” Brandon’s voice was breathless. He sounded stressed. “Where are you? I turned around and you were gone.”
“I’m sorry, Brandon,” I said, injecting a note of frailty into my voice. “I… I got a headache. The noise, the lights… it was too much. I felt dizzy. And I felt guilty because I caused them to fight.”