“Can you please stop posting pictures like that with Nathan?”
I honestly thought she was joking. I called her. “What exactly is your problem with my photos?”
“The photos aren’t the problem.”
“Then what is?”
She went quiet. Then she said, “You need to see what Nathan sent me after the party.”
What Helen Showed Me
My mind immediately went to the worst possible place. Why the hell was my husband texting my best friend after we’d gotten home from a party together?
I drove straight to her apartment. The second I walked in, Helen handed me her phone. “Just read it.”
The first message was from Nathan, sent less than an hour after we’d gotten home.
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