Williams chose the recliner. Gable took up most of the loveseat.

“They’re really saying he was there?” I asked.

“That you were both there, actually,” Gable said, writing something down in his notebook. “Do you still have your boarding passes?”

“Yes,” I said, standing. I made my way to the bedroom, digging into my purse for the passes and the hotel receipt. I wanted to keep them handy for when the investigators arrived to question Travis on his whereabouts. I grabbed my wedding dress on the way out. I didn’t want to leave Travis alone with the detectives any longer than I needed to.

“That was quick,” Williams said, suspicious.

“We just got back,” I said. “It was all in my purse. Here,” I said, handing him the passes and the hotel receipt.

“That’s your, uh …” Gable began, gesturing to my dress.

“Yes,” I said, holding it up with a proud smile. “Oh!” I said, startling Travis. I hurried down the hall again, tossing my dress onto the bed and returning to the living room with a DVD case in my hand. “Would you like to see the ceremony?” Before either of them could answer, I popped it into the player and grabbed the remote.

I sat next to Travis, snuggling next to him while we watched him stand next to the officiant, fidgeting. I kissed his cheek, then he turned to me and pressed his lips against mine.

“Okay,” Williams said, standing. His phone chimed, and he held it to his ear. “Williams. What? When? That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

Travis shot me a quick glance, but I squeezed his hand while keeping a smile on my face. I stared at the television. The recording made it easy to pretend I wasn’t focused on Williams’s every word.

Gable mouthed What? to his partner.

Williams shook his head. “Yes, sir. We’re here now. I understand, sir. Yes, sir.” He sighed and put his phone away, looking to Travis with an annoyed expression. “The Federal Bureau of Investigation is taking over the case. I’m sure they’ll have more questions for you.”

“The FBI?” Travis asked.

Williams frowned at his stunned partner. “Looks that way. Have a nice day, Mr. Maddox. And, congratulations.”

Travis stood, bringing me with him. We watched the detectives leave, and then Travis paced.

“Trav,” I said, reaching for him. He didn’t stop to let me catch him. “Travis, stop. It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

He sat down on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees, and covering his nose and mouth with his hand. His knees were bouncing, and he was breathing hard. I was bracing myself for an outburst.