Now her message looked obscene.
Another buzz.
“Trevor?”
Then a third.
“Don’t tell me wifey found out lol.”
I stood so fast the chair scraped against the floor.
My hands shook as I called her.
She answered on the second ring, light and amused.
“There he is.”
“Did you come to the hospital when Grace was born?” I asked.
Silence.
Not confusion.
Not shock.
Silence.
The kind that answers before words do.
“Vanessa.”
She sighed. “Trevor, what are you talking about?”
“Did you come to the hospital?”
“Why does it matter?”
My chest tightened. “Answer me.”
Another pause. Then she said, “Yes.”
The room tilted.
“You told me you were home that night.”
“I was worried about you.”
“You came to the maternity ward?”
“I didn’t go into the room.”
“You were outside it.”
“So?”
I gripped the edge of the counter. “So my wife knew.”
Vanessa laughed once, but it sounded forced. “Okay. And?”
“And?” I repeated.
“What did you expect, Trevor? You were married. You had a baby. Of course eventually she was going to know.”
“She left.”
This time the silence was real.
