I almost confronted him.
Instead, I waited until the next morning.
***
Eliam left at 7:40.
I followed at 7:45.
I’d never followed my husband anywhere before.
I almost confronted him.
I didn’t enjoy discovering I was capable of it.
I stayed several cars behind and felt ridiculous until he reached the intersection where he normally turned toward his office.
He went straight.
That ended the last possibility that the receptionist had misunderstood something.
He went straight.
Eliam crossed town.
Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the lot of a low brick building I’d never noticed before.
I parked across the street.
He went inside carrying his laptop.
A few minutes later, the doors opened again.
He pulled into the lot of a low brick building.
Eliam came out with an older man.
I lifted my phone, then nearly dropped it.
“Frank?”
Frank had lived next door when Eliam and I bought our first house.
Eliam came out with an older man.
He and his wife, Marian, were the kind of neighbors who knew which week the recycling went out and brought your packages inside before rain reached them.
Marian had died two years earlier.
Frank sold the house not long afterward and moved closer to his grandson.
Marian had died two years earlier.
