Her eyes darted furtively and her lower lip became a thin line of string, tucked under her nose. The signal, an unspoken password, told me all I needed to know.
We’d been discovered.
Secretly I wanted it all to come to light. The mess would be dealt with, feelings would be hurt. Possessions would be parsed, pain would ensue.
Then and only then, the haze would lift.
No more hang ups after two rings.
No more guessing if that woman whose eyes lingered upon our dinner laughter was Julia’s coworker I’d met at the last Christmas party.
No more stroking my daughter’s hair and wondering what she’d think of her Daddy when he didn’t live in the house any longer.
No more longing for no mores.
They would all be replaced.
Starting today. It all went in motion. Certainty replaced doubt.
Her eyes said it all.
I would have given anything to have seen mine at that very instant.
What did they tell her?