I saved copies.
Then I searched his company’s website.
I clicked on the employee directory.
And there she was.
**Sierra Vance — Regional Account Director.**
She had dark hair cut into a neat bob.
A bright smile.
A professional photograph.
She’d joined the company the previous spring.
I stared at her picture.
I didn’t hate her appearance.
I didn’t even know her.
What hurt was how effortlessly she seemed to fit into the life I used to have.
She looked rested.
Confident.
Put together.
The woman in the photograph resembled the version of myself I’d barely had time to recognize since Sophie’s birth.
I closed the laptop.
Then I went upstairs and lay beside my sleeping husband.
For a moment, I wondered whether I should wake him and demand answers.
Instead, I remembered Gloria’s advice.
*Get your information first.*
Two evenings later, I told Elon I’d confirmed my return to work.
