His eyes flicked toward me.
“Oh. She’s a work contact.”
“She didn’t say that.”
“That doesn’t mean she isn’t, Sarah.”
“Noah says you’ve been looking at houses.”
Eric stared at our son, who was lining up toy cars on the floor.
“What did you tell Mom, buddy?”
I stepped between them.
“Don’t question him. He told me what happened.”
Eric took a breath. “I looked at a rental property for a coworker. Noah was with me because you were working.”
“And Rachel was measuring bedrooms?”
“She wanted to see whether her furniture would fit.”
“Why did you tell Noah we might move there?”
Eric rubbed his forehead. “He misunderstood.”
“Then why did you tell him not to tell me?”
“Sarah, can we not do this in front of him?”
For once, we agreed.
I asked Eric to take Noah to the park while I cleaned up.
He left quickly, taking his phone.
