Block letters. Careful. Disguised.
But the longer I looked, the more something about it felt familiar.
There was something in the curve of the R’s…
Before I could place it, I heard footsteps behind me.
I quickly gathered the notes and slipped them into my pocket.
Mike walked into the kitchen.
He held his keys in one hand and his wallet in the other. His face looked tense—something I hadn’t noticed until that exact moment.
He cleared his throat. “I need to run some errands.”
I glanced at the clock.
9:06.
He leaned down, kissed the top of my head. “I shouldn’t be long.”
A minute later, I stood by the window and watched him back out of the driveway.
I knew where he was going.
The worst part?
I didn’t know why.
I called my neighbor Susan and asked if she could watch Tommy for a bit.
Then I drove straight to the park.
The park was busy.
Joggers stretched near the entrance. Parents pushed strollers along winding paths. An older man walked two tiny dogs. A teenager tossed a ball for a golden retriever.
It was the last place I would ever expect an affair.
