Around nine o'clock, I went looking for my purse. I thought I had left it in my father's study.
As I walked down the hallway, I heard Mark's voice coming from inside the study.
The door wasn't fully closed.
I should have kept walking.
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Instead, I stopped.
At first, I thought he was talking to someone in the room. Then I realized he was on the phone. "No, that's not what we agreed."
There was a pause.
"I don't care how many years it's been."
Another pause. Then his voice dropped lower.
"What happens if Sarah starts asking questions?"
My stomach tightened.
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"You promised nobody would ever find out."
Silence. Then one final sentence.
"People are starting to notice things."
Before I could hear anything else, footsteps approached the door.
I hurried away before Mark could see me.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur. I smiled when people spoke to me, laughed when everyone else laughed, and helped clean the kitchen after dinner.
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