standing in the reception area.
But when I asked the receptionist to call him downstairs, she looked at her computer, frowned slightly, and said something that would change the way I saw my marriage forever.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but your husband has been on leave for the past week.”
For several seconds, I couldn’t understand what she meant.
On leave?
That was impossible.
I had watched Eliam get dressed for work every morning. I had watched him pack his laptop into his leather bag, kiss me goodbye, and walk out
