First Meeting
“He mentioned he was working in my area when we first met,” Katie said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. I struggled to piece it together, trying to imagine him traveling for work. Had he meant something different by the word “job” than I had assumed? Katie’s sincerity was evident, but her story didn’t match anything I knew about my husband’s trips. The gap between what I believed and what she described felt impossibly wide.
First Meeting
Maintaining Composure
Anger surged within me. How dare she make such outrageous claims? But I forced myself to stay composed, knowing that losing my temper wouldn’t solve anything. I remained quiet, allowing her to speak, hoping that listening might somehow untangle the chaos in my mind. My thoughts raced, emotions tightly wound, yet something in Katie’s expression gave me pause. She seemed convinced of her words, as if she truly believed them—and perhaps held more truths yet to reveal.
Maintaining Composure
