“Intuition is all well and good, but facts are facts,” Santiago says. “And I’m not sure your visit is appropriate, considering those facts.”

“Hear me out, Santiago.”

I’m trying to follow the dynamic between the two men. They’re not friends, obviously, but not quite enemies either. Or is everyone an enemy to my husband at least in his own mind?

“You’ve seen the footage,” Jackson says.

Santiago’s lips move into a tight line, and I want to scream at him that it wasn’t me. That I didn’t try to kill him. He can’t believe I would, can he?

“Her sandals,” Jackson says. “My wife was wearing the same pair the woman in the security footage was wearing, but those aren’t the shoes she left home with. They’re your wife’s sandals.”

“Oh my god!” I clasp my hand over my mouth, understanding what this means, tears of relief ready to spring from my eyes.

Santiago is as still as stone for a moment before he uncrosses his legs, hands on his knees and leans forward.

“Her sandals?” he asks.

“Mine, actually,” Colette says. “Ivy was wearing them. We’d exchanged shoes before the dinner. It’s not possible Ivy was wearing the sandals the woman in the video was wearing because I had those on.”

I can almost see Santiago’s mind working as he processes. Then without a word, he stands and walks to the door then out of the room.

“Um,” I start, standing too as Colette and Jackson get to their feet. “I’ll see where he’s going.”

They follow me as we head toward the corridor that leads to Santiago’s office. I turn the corner to see him disappear inside. He leaves the door open, and we all follow. No one takes a seat as he moves around his desk to push a few buttons on his keyboard, and a moment later, those screens come alive with a scene I wish I could forget. But today, this morning, I move closer, peering intently at the monitors.

“There,” Jackson says just as Santiago pauses the video. It’s just a corner of the screen. Easily missed. The flat sandals Mercedes had been irritated by. She’d wanted me in heels but obeyed Santiago’s order. And there’s the woman in those same flat sandals. In the distance is Colette in a matching pair standing beside her husband.

Santiago plays the rest of the video, but it’s only in that one shot that her feet are visible.

“Play it again,” I ask, but he’s already doing that. He slows the video, and we see it again.

“I had Colette’s sandals on by then. And I was locked in the bathroom,” I say. He’s never let me tell my side of the story. He’s never wanted to hear it.