At nine o’clock in the evening, Ryan called me.
I let the phone ring.
Then came a message.
“Claire, we need to talk. You can’t go out with the girls and ignore me.”
I didn’t answer.
Ten minutes later, he sent another.
“I’m sorry for what you saw. But things are not so simple.”
I watched the message.
In the harbor, things seemed very simple for him.
He was a young and attractive man, and fidelity was not realistic.
Now, all of a sudden, the situation became complicated.
I put the phone away.
The next morning, I had a consultation with a lawyer specialized in family law, recommended by a friend of my father’s.
She was called Rebecca Collins and had a calm but determined voice.
I told him everything.
About the task.
About the birth of twins.
About the months when Ryan was missing.
About Vanessa.
And about the extinct savings.
