I’m Here to Bring You Home
Language: en
The plane landed in Dubai at 8:30 PM, the sky behind me alight with gunfire. I texted my husband, Justin Vane: [I'm here. I've come to bring you home.] He didn’t reply. I called his assistant, Blake Miller. Blake stammered, “You actually went to the UAE?” An explosion rumbled nearby. My eyes stung. “Which district is he in?” A pause. “He never left the country.” Wind cut through my collar. Blake’s voice fell. “The business trip was a lie.” A picture came through—dated today. Justin, smiling, arm around a woman blowing out candles. Cathy Evans. The woman he swore three years ago he’d never…