My key wouldn’t turn.
“Mark?” I called out.
He tried his.
Nothing.
Then Linda appeared at the top of the stairs.
She was holding a key I’d never seen before.
“Mom,” Mark said. “Why is there a new lock on our bedroom?”
“I needed to make sure neither of you went in before we had this conversation.”
My stomach did a flip.
“What conversation?”
Linda looked at me.
“I think it’s time my son learned the truth.”
“What truth?”
Instead of answering, she unlocked the door.
We followed her inside.
She walked straight to our sofa and pulled back one of the pillows.
A pair of men’s underwear was underneath it.
My heart stopped.
Mark stared at them.
Then he looked at me.
“What the hell is that?”
“I have no idea.”
Linda crossed her arms.
“Really?”
I turned to her.
“What is that supposed to mean soly
