She walked straight toward him.
And hugged him.
He hugged her back.
Then Edward climbed into her passenger seat.
They drove away.
I followed.
They crossed town and entered a newer business district I rarely visited.
Finally, they stopped in front of a modern three-story glass-and-steel building.
The woman got out.
Edward followed.
They started talking near the entrance.
I parked and got out of my car.
As I approached, I heard her say,
“Twelve years, Edward. Your wife still thinks you’re a construction worker?”
I stopped.
Edward answered,
“You’re right. I can’t keep hiding who I really am.”
My chest tightened.
Then he said,
“I’ll tell her tonight.”
I stepped forward.
“What exactly are you going to tell me?”
Edward spun around.
The expression on his face changed instantly.
“Rachel.”
The woman stepped backward, clearly realizing this conversation wasn’t hers.
I looked at Edward.
