With only five months left for out third wedding anniversary, March arrived with violence disguised as revelation.
I was making dinner when Asher came home with a folder.
"I have news." He said, and the excitement in his voice made my hands still on the knife. "Big news about Serena Lin."
I forced myself to look up and smiled, and showed curiosity.
"Oh? Your mysterious designer?"
"Not so mysterious anymore." He spread the folder across our kitchen counter like a prosecutor presenting evidence.
Inside were pages on my another identity, analyzed by strangers, compiled into patterns and profiles that were accurate.
He had estimated my revenue that was only slightly understated. He knew about the Julian connection.
I stood there reading my own analysis while my husband watched for my reaction, waiting for me to appreciate the investigative work that was hunting me.
