Why did he turn away from me in bed?
Why did he sleep on the couch?
Why did he act uncomfortable whenever I tried to be close to him?
That evening, I waited for him at home.
Robert arrived a little after ten.
When he walked into the kitchen, I was sitting at the table.
He smiled nervously.
“You’re still awake?”
“Yes.”
“Everything okay?”
I looked at him for a long moment.
Then I said,
“I followed you.”
His face went pale.
“Linda…”
“I saw the hotel. I saw Megan. And I saw the room.”
Robert closed his eyes.
For a second, he looked almost disappointed.
“You weren’t supposed to see that until Saturday.”
“I know.”
I stood up.
“But there’s something else I need to know.”
He looked at me.
My voice started shaking.
“If you’re not having an affair… then why haven’t you wanted me for two years?”
