Nothing else had changed.
I wasn’t going to accuse him based on a phone call.
I wanted to see exactly where my husband was spending those missing hours.
The next afternoon, I packed all three kids into the car around the time Johnny normally finished work.
I told myself I was being ridiculous the whole drive there.
I drove closer.
Maybe his coworker had been wrong. Maybe Johnny had left the building and gone somewhere else for work. Maybe I was about to feel like an idiot for doubting him.
Then I turned into the office parking lot and saw his car.
For one stupid second, relief washed over me.
See? I thought. He really is working.
Relief washed over me.
Then I drove closer.
Johnny wasn’t inside the building.
He was reclined in the driver’s seat with a pizza box open beside him, his phone propped against the steering wheel and earbuds in his ears.
He was watching videos. Completely relaxed.