department. We started having lunch together several months ago.”
I said nothing.
“At first, it was just conversation. She was going through a difficult divorce, and I was dealing with a lot of pressure at work. We talked about things we weren’t talking about at home.”
He looked at me.
“I know how that sounds.”
“Then keep talking.”
He swallowed.
“We started meeting after work. Sometimes we’d have dinner. Sometimes we’d go for drinks. I told myself it wasn’t a big deal because nothing had happened physically.”
I stared at
