After I came home early and found my husband in ou…

“Lincoln,” I said, and I surprised myself with how steady my voice sounded. “Caroline is here inside my house with my husband. I caught them together.”

I watched as the words took a few seconds to land in Lincoln’s brain.

His expression shifted from concern to confusion, then to disbelief, and finally to a painful understanding that I recognized perfectly, because I had just gone through the same thing. “What do you mean, together?” he asked, even though he knew exactly what I meant by my tone. “I found them in my bathtub,” I answered softly.

“I locked them inside. They’re waiting for us to decide what we’re going to do.”

Lincoln leaned heavily against the doorframe of the master bedroom as if the bones in his legs had suddenly turned to water. His face, usually so warm and full of life, had gone completely ashen, drained of all color.