That was it.
Why would he secretly change into it on a normal weekday?
And who was the woman?
The obvious answer terrified me.
But something about the situation was so strange that I needed to see it myself before confronting him.
So the following morning, I woke up before Edward.
I got dressed quietly.
Took my car keys.
And waited.
When the kitchen lights came on, I moved my car down the street so he wouldn’t see it.
At 6:51, Edward pulled out of the driveway.
I followed.
For the first twenty minutes, he drove toward the construction site where I believed he worked.
Then he turned onto a residential street a few blocks away.
He pulled over.
I parked roughly a hundred yards behind him.
And watched.
Edward got out carrying his lunch bag.
He walked toward the corner.
There was a trash can there.
My chest tightened.
Then he placed the lunch bag carefully beside it.
