Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister
Then he continued walking, pulled out the chair across from her, and sat down.
"You got it." His voice was even. Controlled. The kind of control that costs something.
"Who sent it?"
"I don't know." His eyes were on the photograph. Elise, laughing on the dock. "But I've been expecting it."
Jenny's fingers found the marriage certificate. She held it up between them — the paper catching the fluorescent light, the raised seal of the State of Connecticut casting a small shadow on the desk.
"You were married." She kept her voice level. The effort was physical — she could feel it in her throat, in the muscles that controlled her vocal cords, tightening to prevent the waver. "To a Hynes."