Someone behind the camera shouted something I couldn’t make out.
The video ended.
My hands were covered in wet clay.
I stared at them because I didn’t know what else to look at.
Seven years.
Our wedding was three weeks away.
I didn’t know what else to look at.
I’d picked up his altered suit that morning.
Roslin took the phone from my hand.
“Honey, let’s go home.”
I shook my head.
“Not yet.”
“Keira.”
“Can you ask him something?”
“Who?”
“Your husband.”
“Can you ask him something?”
She sent a message.
A reply came almost immediately.
Roslin read it twice.
“What?” I asked.
“He says Sheldon was talking to that woman earlier. Before everyone started drinking.”
“Talking how?”
“Sheldon was talking to that woman earlier.”
“He’d been flirting with her. Apparently he told a couple of the guys not to mention her to you.”
