The Note That Broke Trust

The moment the scribbled note fell from my husband's book my heart skipped a beat.

It read Can we meet after in a handwriting I did not recognize. I was immediately pulled into a whirlwind

of suspicion. Our Sunday book club was a stage for deceit. Linda and George

always seemed like mere acquaintances. But as the conversation turned to George's favorite book I

watched his eyes dance with hers. I was certain he had never even cracked that book open.

My suspicions grew with every stolen glance and whispered word between them. The room around

me started to fade as the truth surfaced. Linda smiled knowingly when discussing plot twists he should

have found unfamiliar. Yet he responded flawlessly like an actor reciting well rehearsed lines.