When Leigh’s husband returns from a work trip looking worse for wear, she chalks it up to stress and long hours. But a sudden illness, photos, and one unexpected message unravel everything. With newborn twins to protect and the truth closing in, Leigh learns that betrayal doesn’t knock, it infects.
When Derek came back from his work trip, he looked like the closing scene of a disaster film…
you know, when the main character looks like they’re about to pass out from overcoming everything?
Yeah, it wasn’t pretty.
My husband stood in the doorway with his suitcase dragging at his side like an anchor. His eyes were glassy and his skin was pale. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his brow, and when I stepped forward to take the bag, he didn’t let go.
He just dropped it, like even lifting it again would knock him over.
“I feel awful, Leigh,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.
“I barely slept. I’ve been running on fumes since before the conference.”
I nodded. I’d been up every two hours for the past five nights with two colicky babies who seemed to cry in shifts.
…The story doesn’t end here, it continues on the next page 👇
