“I didn’t say that.”
“But you didn’t say it was a terrible idea either.”
Nancy sighed.
“Look, maybe we should talk about this in person.”
“No. I want to know one thing. If Alex asked you to spend a week with Sean, would you actually agree?”
Her answer came too quickly.
“Maybe.”
I gripped my phone.
“Maybe?”
“Vanessa, please don’t turn this into something ugly. We’re adults. Nobody is talking about divorce. It’s just one week.”
I felt a coldness settle over me.
Nancy wasn’t shocked. She wasn’t offended. She wasn’t even particularly confused.
She had already considered the possibility.
And Sean had apparently known that before he approached me.
“All right,” I said quietly.
“All right, what?”
“Let’s discuss it later.”
I ended the call before she could ask another question.
For the next hour, I sat at the kitchen table, replaying every conversation I’d had with my husband and my best friend over the past few months.
