For years, my husband believed my poor eyesight was a closely guarded secret; then I came home from my laser eye surgery, looked in the garage, and shouted, “This can’t be happening!”

However, the furniture invoices, utility subscriptions for a second occupant, and change-of-address documents were all less than four months old. Previously, a framed certificate, hanging on the wall, indicated that the space was occupied by “B. Whitfield – Private Office.”

He had prepared the room well before putting her in it.

I found another set of car keys near the side door.

There was also a woman’s toothbrush in the small bathroom.

Marissa then handed me a note.

You should read this.

The letters were curved on the page.