I turned onto our street while humming the song from our first dance.
Then I saw Kate’s silver Honda parked in my driveway.
“Weird.” I parked by the curb. “She said she had errands today.”
I brushed it off and let myself in through the side door near the garden.
The silence inside the house felt unnatural.
That was when I began to sense that something was wrong.
I crossed the kitchen quietly.
I turned the corner into the hallway, and that was when I saw them.
Robbert was on the couch, and Kate was sitting on his lap. Her fingers were tangled in his hair.
The entire world went silent.
I expected myself to scream. I expected the wife I had been for twenty-eight years to burst out of my chest and tear the room apart.
Instead, something different rose inside me. Something quieter. Sharper. Older than my marriage.
I stepped backward, one careful step at a time.
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I drove to the small park on Hollis Street, the place where I used to take the kids for ice cream.
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