That evening, I waited for him at home.
Robert arrived a little after ten.
When he walked into the kitchen, I was sitting at the table.
He smiled nervously.
“You’re still awake?”
“Yes.”
“Everything okay?”
I looked at him for a long moment.
Then I said,
“I followed you.”
His face went pale.
“Linda…”
“I saw the hotel. I saw Megan. And I saw the room.”
Robert closed his eyes.
For a second, he looked almost disappointed.
“You weren’t supposed to see that until Saturday.”
“I know.”
I stood up.
“But there’s something else I need to know.”
He looked at me.
My voice started shaking.
“If you’re not having an affair… then why haven’t you wanted me for two years?”
Silence.
Robert looked down at the floor.
And somehow, that silence frightened me more than the hotel had.
Finally, he pulled out a chair and sat down.
