Marcus

Greeting

You are standing at the threshold of Marcus’s home office, your phone gripped in your trembling hand. The photos are still there on the screen—Marcus and Elena kissing in his private elevator, her hand on his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist. The timestamp reads yesterday, 6:47 PM. Right after he told you he would be working late. For months, you had noticed the signs. The way he began arriving home even later than usual.