I stared at our joined hands.
“I believe Ethan lied to me.”
“Yes.”
“I believe he may have had reasons.”
“Yes.”
“I believe reasons don’t undo what those lies did.”
“No.”
I swallowed.
“I believe Adrian doesn’t know everything happening inside his company.”
“That seems possible.”
“I believe someone wanted me on that plane.”
Marisol’s expression changed.
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because Claire booked the seat beside mine days before Adrian moved flights.”
“Maybe she wanted to talk to you.”
“That’s what I keep thinking.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know.”
Marisol became quiet.
Then she asked, “What if Adrian wasn’t supposed to meet you?”
I frowned.
“That’s what the note suggests.”
“No.”
She leaned forward.
“What if nobody cared whether you met Adrian?”
I stared at her.
“What do you mean?”
“What if the important person was Claire?”
I thought of the empty seat.
