“Mom, I think I called somebody.” I turned from the stove and saw a blonde woman smiling at my son through my husband’s phone. Her smile disappeared when I came closer. After she hung up, my son looked at me and said, “I don’t think Dad wanted you to see her.”
The first time my son told me he’d seen the blonde woman before, I thought he was confused.
I never imagined what I would later uncover. Or how my life would turn out after the discovery.
I’m Sarah, 36, and I’d been married to Eric for 11 years.
Our son, Noah, was seven.
We lived in a modest house outside Columbus, where the kitchen faucet leaked and the front steps needed painting.
I thought we were an ordinary family going through an ordinary busy season.
Eric worked for a commercial plumbing company.
I handled billing for a medical practice.
Between our schedules, Noah’s school, and the usual bills, we were always rushing somewhere.
