my husband.
“You resigned?”
“Laura—”
“You resigned from your job?”
“I was going to tell you.”
“When?”
“After tonight.”
David frowned.
“I thought you knew.”
“Knew what?”
“He told me you knew about the move.”
I turned slowly toward Carl.
“What move?”
Sheila closed her eyes.
There was more.
Of course there was.
Carl said quietly,
“Can we talk about this somewhere private?”
“No. Apparently everyone here knows more about my life than I do. So let’s finish.”
His shoulders dropped.
“I accepted another job.”
“Where?”
He named a city almost six hours away.
I stared at him.
“You accepted a job six hours away?”
“Yes.”
“And when exactly were you planning to tell me?”
“I hadn’t figured out how.”
Then Sheila spoke.
“I thought she knew.”
I looked at her.
She no longer looked smug.
She looked horrified.
Whatever version of our marriage Carl had sold her, apparently my
