I communicated with her mostly through written messages.
And I made sure every important decision went through the lawyer.
I had spent forty-two years trusting one man.
I would not make the same mistake with another person simply because she was crying.
A week later, Robert arrived at my house without warning.
I saw his car pull into the driveway while I was watering the flowers.
He got out and walked toward the front door.
For one strange moment, my heart reacted before my mind did. I wanted to run to him. I wanted to ask whether he had changed his mind. I wanted him to tell me that the affair was a terrible mistake and that he was coming home.
Then I remembered the loan application.
I remembered Susan kneeling on my doorstep.
I remembered the messages about Lisa’s money.
I put down the watering can and opened the door.
