“Whoa, slow down,” she told him far too late.

Megan looked up and smiled at Dave. He gave a quick one back and turned away. Suddenly, the good feelings of last night seemed far away. It was odd how fast life could snap back from the most dramatic and jarring. In so many ways, nothing ever changes. She had been so close last night to telling Dave everything, about the lies, the deception, her past as Cassie—all of it. She had been willing to do that because last night, she believed with all her heart that it wouldn’t change anything. She still loved him. He still loved her.

How naïve that seemed in the light of the day.

Now, standing in this remodeled kitchen with Dave, Kaylie, and Jordan, she couldn’t believe how close she had come to destroying everything. Dave would never be able to comprehend the truth. How could he? And why should she tell anyway? What was the point in that? It would only hurt him. The crisis had passed. Yes, he would eventually want an explanation for where she had been, and so she’d offer up something vague. But the sort of revelation and catharsis that had seemed so logical last night now seemed pretty close to suicidal insanity.

Dave cleared his throat and made a production of looking at his watch. “I better head out.”

“Will you be home for dinner?” Megan asked.

“I’m not sure.” Dave avoided her gaze. She didn’t like that. “We got a ton to do to prep for this case.”

“Okay.”

Dave grabbed his work backpack, the expensive one she’d bought him for his birthday last year, with the separate laptop compartment and zippered pocket for his cell phone. Megan walked him out, leaving the kids in the kitchen. When Dave opened the front door and stepped onto the stoop without kissing her, she put her hand on his forearm.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

He looked at her, waiting. The sun was shining brilliantly on their little suburban enclave. Down the street she could see the Reale kids hustling into their mom’s new SUV. Most driveways had newspapers at the end, either the blue plastic of the New York Times or the green plastic of the local paper. There was a white Mazda Miata parked down in front of the Crowleys’ house, probably a friend of their son Bradley’s on pickup duty, and farther down the street, Sondra Rinsky power-walked her two toy dogs. Sondra and Mike Rinsky had been the first to move into this development years ago. They had five kids, but the youngest had started college last year.

Dave still waited.

“It was no big deal,” Megan said, the lie at the ready. “I was just helping a friend with a personal problem. I had to be there for her, that’s all.”

“What friend?”

There was an edge in his tone now. “Is it okay if I don’t say? She asked me to keep it confidential.”

“Even from me?”

She tried a smile and a shrug.

“Does this friend live nearby?” Dave asked.

It was, she thought, a weird question. “Not far.”

“A woman from town?”

“Yes.”

“So why were you in Atlantic City?”

KEN AND BARBIE WATCHED THE PIERCES’ HOUSE.

“I’m still not sure about the set list,” Barbie said. “I mean, I love the rap version of ‘O Jerusalem,’ but as an encore?”

“It’s pretty dope,” Ken said.

She smiled. “I love when you talk all gangsta.”

“Word.”

“But still. As an encore? I think it should be mid-set, don’t you?”

“We have four months until camp starts, and you want to figure this out now?”

“I like being organized. A place for everything and everything in its place.”

Ken grinned. “Must be that overdeveloped hippocampus of yours.”

“Ha-ha. But seriously, if we open with—”

Barbie stopped when she saw the Pierces’ front door open. A man came out. He wore a dark business suit and carried a backpack in one hand. His hair was thinning. He looked tired, his shoulders slumped. There was someone—a woman—at the door behind him. It might be his wife—hard to tell from this angle.

“He’s mad at her,” Ken said.

“How can you tell?”

“The body language.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

But just then the woman reached out for the man’s arm. The man pulled away, spun, and started down the path.

The woman shouted, “Wait, hold up a second.”

He ignored her. The woman stepped outside, into full view, so that Ken and Barbie could see her clearly now. That was when Barbie squeezed Ken’s hand and heard herself gasp out loud.

“Isn’t she… ?”

Ken nodded. “Yes.”

“From last night at that law office?”

“Yes, I know.”

Silence. The man got into his car and tore down the street. The woman disappeared back into the house.

“She’s seen us,” Barbie said. “She could identify us.”

“I know.”

“We’re supposed to keep this contained.”

“We have no choice now,” Ken said.

“So how do you want to handle it?”

Ken thought about it a moment. “The husband,” he said.

“What about him?”

“They just had a fight. A neighbor probably witnessed it. Maybe we can pin what happens to her on him.”

Barbie nodded. It made sense.

A few minutes later, a teenage girl headed out the front door and got onto a school bus. A few minutes after that, a woman with two kids came up the walkway. The Pierces’ front door opened again. A boy who looked about ten or twelve kissed his mother good-bye and left.

Ken and Barbie waited until the street was clear.

“She’s alone now,” Barbie said.

Ken nodded, opening the car door. “Let’s get in position.”

“SO WHY WERE YOU IN ATLANTIC CITY?”

Dave’s words landed like a body blow. Megan stood there, stunned. Dave didn’t wait for an answer. He turned away. She snapped out of it and reached for his arm. “Dave?”

He pulled away and hurried down the path.

“Wait, hold up a second.”

He didn’t. She debated giving chase, but from behind her she heard Kaylie call, “Mom? Can I have lunch money?”

Dave was all the way down the path now. When he slipped into his car, Megan could feel her heart sink.

“Mom?”

Kaylie again. “Take a ten from my wallet. I want change.”