“No,” I said. “You stay right there. You don’t drive anywhere.”
He was quiet.
“You found it,” he said finally. “Didn’t you? The folder.”
I gripped the steering wheel.
“Yes.”
He let out a long breath.
“How?”
“The ring mark,” I said. “And the receipt. And Room 12. And Carol.” I laughed, and it came out half a sob. “I thought you were having an affair, Mark. I thought you had another woman. I went through your bag in the middle of the night like a crazy person.”
He was quiet for a long time.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “God, Lee. I’m so sorry.”
“Your password was LoonLake. It took me four tries.”
He made a sound. Almost a laugh.
“I changed it in March,” he said. “After the doctor. I thought, if I ever forget it, I’ll just think about where I’d most want to be. And I’ll remember.”
