She’d always been so good to me, even when Caleb was being difficult and things were hard, she’d been a steady presence.
I thought she deserved to hear it from me, not through some family grapevine or awkward phone call.
She opened the door with a smile.
She had an apron on, and the smell of something warm and wonderful cooking drifted out from behind her.
“Sweetheart, you look pale. Come in, I’ll make us tea.”
I didn’t make it past the entryway.
Her face changed instantly.
“Cheating?” she repeated, like the word didn’t belong in her mouth.
“With more than one woman,” I said.
She sat down hard at the kitchen table.
Just dropped into the chair like her legs had given out.
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