Mark leaning toward her.
Jenna touching his chest.
The two of them pausing beside his truck before she kissed him.
I had suspected my husband of cheating for months. I had prepared myself for the possibility that another woman existed somewhere in his life.
But I had never imagined that the other woman would be the person who had just promised my son forever.
By the time I reached my father’s grave, I could barely feel my hands.
My father had been dead for nine years. Still, that evening, his grave was the only place I could think to go.
I arrived just before sunset. The cemetery was quiet, with only a few visitors moving between the rows of headstones. Small solar lights had begun glowing beside the graves, and the wind carried the smell of damp earth and dying flowers.
I sat on the stone bench beside Dad’s grave and stared at my phone.
