“Mom.”
“I took it.”
I looked between them.
“Can somebody please explain why my husband had a secret envelope hidden in our bedroom?”
Mark closed his eyes.
Linda said, “Ask him.”
He looked at her.
“Was there a key inside?”
She didn’t answer.
“Mom, was there a key?”
“Yes.”
Mark went pale.
“And an address?”
Linda’s silence gave him the answer.
He whispered something under his breath.
Then louder, “Where is the key?”
“I don’t have it.”
His head snapped up.
“What do you mean you don’t have it?”
“I used it.”
For a second, even I forgot about the underwear.
Mark stared at his mother.
“You used it where?”
Linda lifted her chin.
“I went to the address.”
Mark actually stepped backward.
“You went there?”
“Yes.”
His face lost all color.
“And now maybe you’ll explain why your brother opened the door.”
My stomach dropped.
