He slowly pulled out a chair.
“Let me explain.”
“The receptionist told me you’ve been on leave all week.”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
“And today I followed your car.”
His expression changed.
“You followed me?”
“Yes.”
“Sandy, you can’t just—”
“I know.”
I didn’t try to defend what I’d done.
Following my husband had crossed a boundary.
But so had pretending to work every morning while inventing meetings that never existed.
“You’ve been acting out an entire workweek,” I said.
He sat down.
I remained standing.
“Why are you spending your days at a learning center with Frank?”
His face changed immediately.
“You saw Frank?”
“Yes.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Does he know?”
“No.”
“Good.”
That single word made me angrier.
“Good? Eliam, you’ve been lying to me all week, and that’s what you’re worried about?”
“I made him a promise.”
“What kind of promise?”
