A buzzing sound caught her attention as she left the wardrobe. She crossed to Phil’s cell phone, which was lying on his dresser beside his wallet.

Any chance you can get away for a few hours tomorrow? Monday’s too far away.

Lina’s hand shook slightly as she reread the text. It was from someone named Kim. She wracked her brains but couldn’t recall him ever mentioning a Kim. She typed in his passcode to see if there were any other messages from the woman, but the phone vibrated and displayed a message indicating the code she attempted was incorrect. She carefully typed it again with the same results. He’d changed his passcode. There were only three passcodes they used: The anniversaries of the day and month they met, the day and month they bought their first house, and the day and month he was promoted to partner at his law firm. She attempted each without success.

She replaced the phone before lowering herself onto the edge of the mattress, staring unfocused out the window as she contemplated the significance of both the text and the fact that her husband had changed his passcode without telling her. She couldn’t shake the unease in her stomach. The wording of the text seemed off for work, but what else could it be? He wouldn’t be having an affair. He would never do that to her, not after twenty-five years, not after everything they’d been through together. But who was Kim, and why was she texting him?

The opening of the bathroom door had her shifting her gaze as Phil emerged naked, a towel hanging loosely around his neck, his dark hair tousled. Her eyes traveled over his chest and perfectly toned stomach. He looked as good—no, better—than he had on the day they met. The kids, in particular their oldest daughter, Megan, often complained that his triathlon training kept him out of the house too much, but there was no denying the benefit to his physique. At forty-one, he was in the best shape of his life.

“I thought you weren’t going to be home until late.” She was surprised how normal her voice sounded when her heart was jumping so hard she could hear the beat in her head.

“Things wrapped up earlier than I expected.” He met her lips for a brief kiss before crossing to his bureau. “Where are the kids?”

“Where did this come from?”

He glanced back over his shoulder at the pink tie she was holding. “I spilled a drink on my tie yesterday and one of the paralegals ran out and got me that one.”

“It’s from Neiman Marcus,” she said, fingering the label on the underside of the tie. “I don’t recall a Neiman Marcus in New York City.”

“I have no idea where she got it.” He stepped into a pair of boxer briefs. “She could have taken it from another attorney. Why do you care?”

“It just isn’t your normal style.”

“That’s probably because you didn’t pick it out.” He lifted his phone, his eyes scanning the display, and then he was darkening the screen and setting it back down. “What time is Logan’s game tomorrow?”