My Husband Had Been Secretly Seeing My Best Friend…

of everything, organized, dated, annotated.

I called Daniel’s regular number.

He picked up on the second ring, surprised because I almost never called him during work hours.

“Hey,” he said. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” I said. “I need you to come home today by noon. It’s important.”

A pause.

“Is it Lily? Is she?”

“Lily is fine. Just come home.”

I hung up.

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