She hadn’t been helping me protect my marriage.
She’d been learning where it was weakest.
I put my phone away.
Then I looked at the jewelry box in my handbag.
The broken bracelets suddenly seemed almost funny.
One promised friendship.
The other promised marriage.
And both had been broken by the people who had given them to me.
When we landed in Chicago, I expected Ryan and Megan to disappear into the crowd.
Instead, they walked off the plane together.
Ryan carried his suitcase while Megan followed closely behind him.
They were careful not to touch.
They were also careful not to look at me.
I waited until they were several yards ahead before following.
I told myself I wasn’t doing it to punish them.
I needed answers.
More importantly, I needed to know whether this was a terrible mistake that had happened once or a carefully maintained relationship that had been going on behind my back.
