The town was very close, just a twenty-minute drive away. But here’s what was strange.
Previously, my husband visited her once every couple of weeks, but in the last six months, he’d started going almost every day after work, and on weekends, he’d be there from morning until night.
My friends were the first to ask questions.
“Don’t you think it’s strange that he goes to the neighboring town every day?”
“Something’s clearly wrong.”
“Yes, he’s hiding something. Go with him next time, visit your mother-in-law yourself.”
That’s when another idea occurred to me. I decided I’d go, but I wouldn’t tell my husband. I’d wait until he left, and then follow in my car.