“Hey,” she said in an informal, familiar tone, “I saw your husband near your house yesterday afternoon.”
At first, I honestly didn't understand what he was saying or why it was worth mentioning.
“You must be mistaken,” I replied with complete certainty. Mark was working all day yesterday. He couldn’t have been at the country house.
“No, I’m almost certain it was him,” she said calmly and without any doubt. “He left your house and spent quite a while loading several things into his car. I thought you’d like to know he was there.”
I thanked him and hung up, but inside I felt overwhelmed by a sudden anxiety. Uncomfortable thoughts immediately flooded my mind, questions I couldn't answer and didn't want to ask myself.
Why would Mark be at our country house without telling me? Why would he hide these trips from me? What reason could he have for keeping this a secret? And most unsettling of all, what exactly was he doing there that required such deliberate secrecy?
Putting my suspicions to the test
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