Caleb led me out into the parking lot — not dramatically, just far enough for the noise to fade.
The air outside was crisp. My heels clicked against the pavement as I walked behind him.
“What is it?” I asked.
He didn’t answer immediately. He pulled out his phone and tapped through several folders.
“I waited until today because I needed all the information,” he said finally. “I hired a private investigator, and he was only able to give me everything a few minutes ago.”
I froze. “You did what?!”
“I didn’t trust Arthur,” Caleb said. “There was just something about the way he talked, Mom. He’s always evasive. And the way Rowan started isolating — it reminded me of how things ended with you two.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, still confused.
“There’s something you have to know about him. I found out he isn’t who he says he is.”
Putting two and two together, “You think he’s conning her?” I asked.
“I know he is.”
