The sponge slipped from my hand.
I forced a chuckle and brushed it off, though my stomach twisted and my hands shook.
“That’s funny. I’ll ask Daddy about it later.”
But my mind was racing. Silas never mentioned a fancy car or another woman. Why would Owen say that? And why did this happen when I wasn’t home?
Later that afternoon, with Owen napping, I sat in the kitchen after a shower, staring at the counter but seeing nothing. The more I thought, the less it made sense. Silas had been distant lately, dodging talks and spending more time away. But a secret car? A woman?
I decided not to confront Silas yet. I needed answers on my own. So, I grabbed my phone and texted my friend Hannah.
Me: “Hey. Can I borrow your car tonight? It’s complicated. I’ll tell you later.”
Her reply was quick.
Hannah: “Heck yes! Spill the details!”
I sighed. This wasn’t how I planned my Saturday night.
