We had takeout from the same diner where we had our first date.
We’d married 12 months earlier in a small ceremony that my parents attended with tight smiles.
That day we were celebrating our first wedding anniversary.
I brought out dessert; I’d ordered the peach cobbler because it was tradition.
Terry reached into his jacket, and I thought he was going to hand me a gift.
Instead, he set something in my palm.
When I opened my hand, there was a small black USB drive.
My husband’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Chloe, I can’t carry this anymore,” Terry whispered. “You deserve the truth.”
I stared at it, then frowned at him.
“What truth? Terry, you’re scaring me.”
He met my eyes, and for the first time in five years, I saw something there that I didn’t understand.
“Everything you’ve believed about the night before prom and the day of it is a lie. Watch what’s on that drive, and you’ll finally understand why I disappeared for a while before prom. After you see it, you’ll never look at your parents the same way again.”
