Chapter 2: Ask Him About Diane
I looked at the screen.
An unknown number.
One message.
*"Did he tell you what happened nine years ago?
Ask him about Diane."*
My heart stopped.
I looked up at my husband.
He was still staring at the charm in my hand.
"Who is Diane?" I asked.
The color drained from his face.
"Where did you hear that name?"
"Answer me.
Who is Diane?"
He sat down slowly.
His hands were shaking almost as badly as mine.
"She was someone I knew.
A long time ago.
Before you."
"Then why does someone know that date?
Why did they send it here — today — with funeral flowers?"
He wouldn't look at me.
"There are things I never told you," he said quietly.
"Things I thought were buried."
I felt the room shrink around me.
My daughter was sleeping in the bassinet two feet away.
And the man I had trusted with my entire life was sitting there, unable to meet my eyes.
Then my phone buzzed again.
This time, it was a photo.
My husband.
Younger.
Standing next to a woman I had never seen.
And she was holding a baby.
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