My husband and sons haven’t gone on a trip together in years,” she said. “In fact, Tom hasn’t come to the island with us since before he got married. I thought he spent those vacations with you.”
My blood ran cold.
“Wait… you’re saying he hasn’t been with you these past seven years?”
She paused. “No, dear. Is everything okay?”
I hung up, heart pounding, and started digging. Receipts. Credit card statements. Hidden emails. And then I found it — a hotel confirmation under his name… for two adults.
He came home from “vacation” that Sunday, tanned and relaxed.
I was waiting at the door, suitcase packed.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To the islands,” I said. “Just not the ones you’ve been going to.”
Then I handed him the printouts.
“Enjoy explaining this to the kids.”
