“Everything okay?” I asked.
He looked up a little too quickly.
“Yeah. Work.”
I nodded, pretending to believe him.
But when Bruce came back a few minutes later, neither man quite met my eyes.
After Lily fell asleep, Bruce stepped into the bathroom, leaving his phone facedown on the nightstand. I told myself I would not look. I told myself I trusted him.
I picked it up anyway.
The screen lit under my thumb. A message from Jim sat at the top, timestamped an hour ago.
“She agreed to meet again tomorrow.”
I read it three times. My hands shook so badly I nearly dropped the phone. She. Meet again.
The bathroom door creaked and I set the phone back exactly as I had found it. Bruce came out in a t-shirt, rubbing his eyes.
“Coming to bed?”
“In a minute.”
He kissed the top of my head and slid under the covers. Within moments his breathing evened out, the way only an innocent man or a very confident liar can sleep.
