Each time, their interactions seemed too close and too familiar. John’s mind spun with possibilities. Maybe she was planning to leave him for this man. Maybe she had been seeing him for months, even before the accident. The thought was unbearable.
One afternoon, John decided to confront her—subtly, of course. He didn’t want to tip his hand yet. “You’ve been going out a lot lately,” he said casually as they sat in the living room. Natalie glanced up from her phone, her expression unreadable.