Callum and I did not do things like this. We did not exchange secret notes with strangers, we did not keep tiny keys from one another, and we certainly did not use the word ‘she’ to describe me while I was sleeping a few feet away.
My fingers trembled as I unfolded the store receipt to see where it came from. It was from a place called Sterling & Sons Jewelers, located at an address on the other side of town.
The date was printed as three weeks before our wedding day. The final amount listed was so large that it could have easily bought a reliable used car.
My stomach dropped as I stared at the numbers printed on the paper. I pulled out my phone and called Felicia immediately, and she answered on the second ring while sounding half asleep.
“Valerie, it is eight in the morning, so please tell me you are calling to brag about marital sex,” she said into the phone.
“I found something disturbing in Callum’s tuxedo pocket,” I whispered into the receiver.
Her grogginess disappeared instantly as she sat up. “Define something right now.”
“I found a key, a note that I think is from another woman signed with the letter R, and a jeweler’s receipt from three weeks ago for an amount that could buy a car,” I told her.
