I decided to visit my daughter-in-law without calling, but seeing my husband’s car at her house made my chest tighten. Something was wrong.
Quietly, I crept to the window—and what I heard inside shattered me.
That morning, I had baked her favorite apple pie, hoping for a kind surprise. Her house looked perfect, but parked by the front steps was Frank’s silver SUV. He’d never mentioned visiting Clare.
I sat in the car, gripping the wheel, trying to make the sight disappear. Then I heard laughter—his and hers—soft, teasing, intimate. My heart froze.
I shouldn’t have stayed, but I couldn’t help myself. Step by careful step, I moved beneath the kitchen window.
Clare’s playful voice rang out:
“You’re late. I thought maybe your wife was keeping you busy.”
Frank chuckled, low and familiar:
“Don’t start, Clare. You know how careful we have to be. If your son ever finds out, we’re done.”