I saw her through the window, sitting in
the passenger seat of someone else’s car, leaning in close.
I froze, watching as she laughed and touched his arm. For a second,
I told myself it was nothing—maybe a friend, maybe a colleague. But when they kissed, my stomach dropped.
I walked back to my car, dinner forgotten.
The drive home felt like hours.
I sat in the dark, waiting for her to come back,
practicing what I’d say.
But when she walked through the door,
smiling like nothing had happened, I realized I didn’t need to say anything.
The truth had already spoken.
