Then another.
I’m almost six months. I can’t keep pretending this isn’t happening.
Sarah clicked.
She should not have.
But she did.
Messages.
Months of them.
Kevin and Rachel.
Hotel plans.
Dinner.
Arguments.
Then pregnancy.
Sarah took photographs with her phone.
My breath caught.
“You have them?”
“Yes.”
“Still?”
“Yes.”
She reached into her coat.
Pulled out an old phone.
Not her current one.
She placed it on the table.
Then continued.
When Kevin returned Tuesday afternoon, Sarah confronted him.
