We still ate dinner together most nights.
Eric still kissed me before leaving for work.
He helped Noah build model airplanes and complained when I stole the blankets.
Looking back, I remember little things.
Eric began taking calls in the garage.
He changed the password on his phone.
When I suggested a family weekend away, he said money was tight.
None of it seemed enough to accuse him of anything.
On a Saturday morning in October, Eric went outside to clean the gutters.
Noah was curled on the couch playing a racing game on his father’s phone.
Eric had one rule about lending it to him.
“Only the games, buddy. No tapping anything else.”
Noah normally listened.
I was making pancakes when he called, “Mom, I think I called somebody.”
I turned and saw a woman’s face on the phone screen.
She had blonde hair and careful makeup.
She seemed to be inside a bright apartment.
