I read it three times. My hands shook so badly I nearly dropped the phone. She. Meet again.
The bathroom door creaked and I set the phone back exactly as I had found it. Bruce came out in a t-shirt, rubbing his eyes.
“Coming to bed?”
“In a minute.”
He kissed the top of my head and slid under the covers. Within moments his breathing evened out, the way only an innocent man or a very confident liar can sleep.
I would follow them.
I stared at the ceiling, tears sliding into my hair.
Tomorrow, I decided, I would not sit and wait to be told. Tomorrow, I would follow them. Whatever they were hiding, I was going to see it with my own eyes.
