As the day wore on, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. I busied myself with chores, trying to distract my mind, but the questions remained. Later in the afternoon, as I was folding laundry, I noticed a slip of paper in one of Alex’s pockets. It was a receipt, dated the previous Thursday, from a café on the other side of town.
When Alex returned home that evening, they seemed more relaxed, but I couldn’t let the matter rest. « How was your meeting? » I asked, watching their reaction closely.
« Oh, it went well, » they replied, setting their bag down and heading to the kitchen. « We got a lot done. »
My mind raced, the pieces not fitting together. « I called your office today, » I said, trying to sound casual. « They said you didn’t have any meetings scheduled. »
There was a brief pause before Alex turned to face me, their expression carefully controlled. « Oh, it must have been a mix-up, » they said, their smile not reaching their eyes. « I was meeting with a client off-site. »
I nodded, but the doubt remained, an unwelcome companion that refused to leave.
Read more on the next page ⬇️⬇️⬇️
