CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sandra waited a moment before saying anything. She stood at the kitchen bar, looking at both of the agents as a tired and annoyed look slowly filled her face.
“Don’t look at me like I’m supposed to be all broken-hearted,” Sandra said. “I never knew for sure until now. But he’s right. I always suspected it. It was the way he looked at her every now and then when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. And I just didn’t question it.”
“Can I ask why not?” Chloe asked.
She and Moulton were standing at the kitchen bar while Sandra sat at the table. She shrugged and started to nervously rub her hands together. “Because I don’t think I’ve been all in on this marriage in a few years. He’s a good enough guy—infidelity aside—but we just lost it. I almost don’t blame him for screwi
