Brooke and Mason were walking out of a hotel together.
His hand was pressed against the small of her back.
She was wearing the cream blouse I had given her for Christmas.
I stared at the photograph for so long that Grant finally said my name.
I didn’t cry.
I simply asked,
“How long?”
“We can prove at least nine months.”
Nine months.
I had spent nine months inviting my sister to dinner while she was sleeping with my husband.
But I still did not confront them.
That surprises people.
They assume betrayal should produce immediate explosions.
Mine produced strategy.
I asked Grant to keep investigating.
Bank records.
Hotels.
Messages where legally obtainable.
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