“Harold,” I said quietly, “how long has this been going on?”
He didn’t even pretend to misunderstand.
“I saw Laura’s message… with the kissing emoji.”
He set the tablet aside. For a moment, I thought he might deny it.
He didn’t.
“We’ve been together a long time,” he said calmly. “I’m not going to apologize.”
I forced myself to ask, “How long?”
He shrugged.
“Jamie, when was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror? You’ve let yourself go. You gained weight. Laura made me feel alive again. I love her.”
The words hit harder than I expected.
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