“You shouldn’t have,” he said.

“It’s done,” I replied. “So explain.”

He glanced toward the door like he wished someone would interrupt.

“That was private,” he said faintly.

“I’m your wife,” I said. “At least I thought I was.”

He turned away.

I waited.

“Her name was Elaine,” I said. “She was your wife. She died. And you disappeared.”

His shoulders slumped.

“I hoped you’d never find that wallet.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He closed his eyes. “I didn’t kill her.”

“I didn’t say you did. But something happened that made you run.”

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