Remembering the Conference
Katie’s words stirred a memory of a weekend conference my husband had supposedly attended on the other side of the state. “He said he was at a conference,” I murmured, more to myself than to her. The timeline of his supposed whereabouts didn’t align with the events Katie had described. What had once been a faint seed of doubt was now blossoming into something far more tangible, unsettlingly reminiscent of the weekend trips she mentioned.
Remembering The Conference
Evidence Revealed
Katie pulled out her phone and began scrolling, searching for something. Then, she turned the screen toward me, revealing a series of photos—my husband, her, and the baby at what appeared to be a local park. He looked relaxed, content, like a man without a care in the world, without secrets. Watching him cradle the child made my heart sink even deeper. The scene was eerily familiar yet utterly foreign, as though I were glimpsing a parallel life unfolding through the glow of her screen.
Evidence Revealed
