He’d called Carol to reserve the deck.
And somehow, he’d ended up telling her everything.
When she learned why he wanted the wedding there, she’d offered to organize the gathering at cost.
“She cried on the phone,” he said.
I thought about her voice.
Oh, honey.
Now I understood.
She hadn’t been pitying me because my husband was unfaithful.
She’d been heartbroken because he was ill.
And she’d assumed I already knew.
I sat quietly for a while.
Then asked,
“Does Sophie know?”
Mark shook his head.
“No.”
His voice trembled.
“I couldn’t figure out how to tell her.”
“We’ll tell her together.”
He turned toward me.
“Are you angry?”
I stared ahead at the road.
“Yes.”
He lowered his eyes.
“I’m furious, actually. You’ve known for five months. You went to appointments alone. You lied about seeing the dentist. You let me believe everything was fine.”
