“I confronted him at his office.”
“Your husband chose the version that made him look sad instead of guilty. I thought he’d at least tell you the truth once the papers were drawn up. When the private investigator mentioned the cruise and what he’d heard Marcus tell you, I realized he’d lied again. That’s when I knew I had to come myself.”
I stared at the photograph. Two teenagers who thought they knew what forever meant.
“Why like this?” I asked. “Why a cruise?”
“I thought he’d at least tell you the truth.”
“Your sister had told a friend of a friend, and word travels. I know how that sounds. I told myself I’d sit at a nearby table and leave. Then I saw you, and I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t walk away and let you keep believing it was your fault.”
My eyes stung. I refused to let the tears spill.
