I slowly pulled it free.
There were two lines written on it.
“I know your husband’s secret.”
“Meet me at the back entrance at 11 p.m. Come alone.”
I felt cold. I folded it and slipped it into my purse.
At 11 p.m., I told Robert I was tired.
He was already in bed watching television.
“I’m going downstairs for some tea.”
“Now?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“I’ll come.”
“No. Stay.”
He studied me. Then he nodded.
I took the stairs instead of the elevator.
The waiter was waiting outside the back entrance.
His name tag said, Evan.
“You didn’t hear this from me,” he said.
“Just tell me.”
“I’ve seen your husband here several times.”
My chest tightened.
“With another woman?”
He hesitated. “A young woman.”
After 40 years, there it was.
“How long?”
“What?”
“How long has this been happening?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe two years.”
Two years.
I almost laughed.
