Then he asked, “Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Is Dad in trouble?”
I gripped the steering wheel.
“Why would you ask that?”
“Grandma was talking on the phone.”
“What did she say?”
Oliver stared out the window.
“She said, ‘You promised me Wendy wouldn’t find out.'”
My chest tightened.
“Anything else?”
“She said she was doing this because Dad asked her.”
Jason had asked Diane to pick up Oliver.
If that was true, why hadn’t he called me?
And why would Diane need another name?
When we got home, Jason’s car wasn’t there.
His clothes were still in our closet.
His toothbrush was beside mine.
Everything looked normal.
That somehow made it worse.
I called him again.
Voicemail.
Then I noticed his tablet on the kitchen counter.
The screen lit up when I picked it up.
There were four missed calls, all from Diane.
Then a message preview appeared.
“Wendy has Oliver. You need to tell her before she…”
