I had spent six years building it, one loaf, cake, and cookie order at a time.
Vanessa knew exactly how much of my life went into it.
***
That evening, I told Irvin she wasn’t helpless.
“She’s manufacturing reasons to get you alone,” I said. “Nobody moves the same shelf back and forth because she desperately needs help.”
I had spent six years building it
He frowned. “You think she’s flirting with me?”
“I know she is.”
He promised he’d stop going over for every little request.
I believed him because Irvin had never given me a reason not to.
Then Vanessa made sure there was no room left for doubt.
“You think she’s flirting with me?”
A few days later, she came over while Irvin was at work. We were sitting at my kitchen table when she took a sip of coffee and smiled at me.
“I’m going to take your husband.”
