A cold pit formed in my stomach as she continued. “What did you find, Brianna?”
“Bank records, a jewelry case, copies of your social security card, and wire transfer slips for twenty-eight thousand dollars. There is also an envelope with your name on it, but Skylar, he told me you two broke up months ago and that he only stayed there for the lease.”
I closed my eyes and realized the infidelity was just the tip of the iceberg. “Don’t move a muscle,” I told her while grabbing my keys. “Tell the police he stole your identity and documents, I am coming there now.”
When I arrived in Scottsdale, the flashing lights of a patrol car illuminated the street where Dorian sat on the curb with a paramedic checking his vitals. He didn’t look like the charismatic man I loved; he looked like a common thief caught in a net of his own making.
Brianna walked toward me holding the black suitcase like it was filled with poison. She wasn’t the polished homewrecker I had imagined, but a pale, terrified woman who had been played just as hard as I was.
“I am so sorry,” she whispered as she handed me the bag. “I know saying that doesn’t fix any of this.”