my keys in my hand.
Frank hadn’t been showing Eliam business documents.
I STOOD THERE WITH MY KEYS IN MY HAND.
He’d been trying to read.
That answered one question.
It didn’t answer the one that mattered to me.
Why had my husband needed a fake workweek to help him?
IT DIDN’T ANSWER THE ONE THAT MATTERED TO ME.
***
That evening, I put Eliam’s medication in the middle of the kitchen table.
He noticed it as soon as he came home.
“I told you I’d grab that.”
“From the office?”
He stopped.
HE NOTICED IT AS SOON AS HE CAME HOME.
I watched the moment he understood.
“Sandy.”
“I went there yesterday.”
He pulled out a chair.
“I can explain.”
“You’ve been on leave all week.”
“Yes.”
“I WENT THERE YESTERDAY.”
“And this morning I followed you.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“You followed me?”
“I did.”
“Sandy, that’s…”
“I know.”
He
