Last night.
Robert had come home around midnight the night before.
He had told me he was at a business meeting.
Then I remembered the faint unfamiliar scent on his shirt.
At that exact moment, the bathroom door opened.
I quickly stepped away from the phone.
Robert walked into the kitchen.
He looked at me.
“Are you okay?”
I still don’t know where I found the strength to smile.
“Yes.”
He picked up his phone.
Opened the message.
And I watched his expression change for a split second.
He quickly typed something.
Then deleted the message.
And that was the moment I understood something.
I no longer wanted to ask him questions.
I wanted to see the truth for myself.
Two days later, Robert put on one of his best shirts.
He used the cologne he hadn’t worn in months.
He spent longer than usual fixing his hair.
