“I am.”
Then Charlie said something that made my heartbeat jump.
“I thought you might be.”
I stared at him.
“You know Julian?”
“I wouldn’t say I know him well.”
He glanced toward his truck.
“But I’ve seen him.”
“How often?”
“Every Thursday.”
I stopped breathing.
“For almost a year.”
Yesterday had been Thursday.
Gym day.
Every Thursday for nearly a year.
Julian had supposedly been at the gym.
Instead, Charlie had seen him at the visitation center.
My mind immediately filled in the worst explanations.
A child I didn’t know about.
Another relationship.
A custody case.
Another family.
Twelve years of marriage suddenly felt less certain.
Charlie must have seen the panic on my face.
He lifted a hand.
“Dani, I think you’re imagining something that isn’t happening.”
“Then please tell me.”
He hesitated.
“It should probably come from Julian.”
“My husband has been going somewhere every Thursday for a year
