‘I had a wonderful evening. See you on Friday. I love you. Kisses.’
Tamara’s heart sank in dread as she stared at the short lipstick kissed note.
She had no idea how to react; should she confront Robert over the note in the pigeon hole or pretend that she hadn’t seen it?
She was afraid of what the questions might unravel; that her twenty-year solid marriage wasn’t that solid after all.
A number of things started to make more sense to her and her excuses appeared hollow in the sight of her suspicions.