“So do you,” I answered, but I didn’t mean it.
I practiced my smile in the reflection of the microwave door.
My husband opened his mouth to say something else.
That’s when I heard tires crunch on the gravel outside.
A car door slammed. Footsteps came up our walkway, sure and unhurried, as if they belonged to someone who’d been invited.
Then came the knock!
Aaron’s soft smile spread wider, and I knew, with cold certainty, that whoever was on the other side of that door was the missing piece of the lie he’d built for over a decade.
A car door slammed.
“Well, well,” my husband said. “Did you really think I was with you because of love?”
I stood and held my wine glass steady. I didn’t trust my voice yet, so I just tilted my head, waiting.
The door swung open, and the person who’d knocked walked in. I turned slowly, already bracing for some woman I’d never seen before. But it wasn’t a strange woman I didn’t know.
