I stretched out in our bed, pulling the covers up to my chest. Scott still wasn’t close to coming to bed. He sat in his office chair with the computer turned on, but he was staring at our bedroom door instead of the screen, fingers unmoving on the keyboard. He hadn’t gotten out of his clothes or brushed his teeth.

“Come to bed,” I said for what felt like the tenth time. I was exhausted and wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until he did, because his movements would startle me awake if he got into bed after me. “There’s nothing you can do about any of this tonight.”

“Really?” he asked like he wasn’t sure. “I don’t know how you can even think about sleeping. Shouldn’t we keep her talking? I mean, just look at everything she gave us tonight. We’re finally getting somewhere. I don’t think we should stop.”

“It’s probably not a good idea for you to talk to her by yourself.” They still recorded all her interviews and reviewed the footage afterward. It was what the night shift spent most of their time doing—deciphering her videos for clues. It was how they’d figured out that the abandoned RV campground had been their camp.

“Why can’t I talk to her by myself?” He turned his nose up like he smelled something foul.

I sighed. “That’s not what I meant. Scott, I’m tired. Can we please go to bed?”

“I’m not tired,” he snapped, raising his voice.

I put my finger to my lips. “Shh, you’re going to wake everybody up.”

“Why do you suddenly care so much what everybody else thinks?”

“What? How is that even related?” He was being ridiculous. I rolled over on my side, trying to keep from getting riled up. If I got upset, it’d be hours before I could sleep, and I didn’t want to do another day on four hours of sleep. “I just want to go to bed.”

He scowled. “Oh, here we go again. Back to how inconvenient all of this is for you.”

“You are impossible to deal with right now. I can deal with logic; I can’t deal with whatever nonsense you keep throwing at me.” His over-the-top reactions only proved he was as tired as I was.

“I don’t care. I’m going over there to talk to her.” He moved toward the door. I flung the covers off and leaped out of bed. I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the door. “Stop! She’s asleep in there with the baby. What are you thinking?”

“I can do whatever I want.” He ripped his arm away from me. “This is my house, and she’s my w—” He stopped himself, but it didn’t matter.

There it was. She was his wife.