What kind of « work emergency » happened over dinner?
I parked and went inside.
And there he was.
My husband of 24 years was sitting at a table in the back with a woman I’d never seen before.
She was crying, and Dean was holding her hand.
In 24 years of marriage, I’d never once had a reason to question my husband.
Until that moment.
I wanted to walk over and demand an explanation.
Instead, I left.
I wanted to hear how far he’d take the lie.