A waiter set down my plate. “Enjoy.”
“Thank you.”
Robert studied the wine list.
Then I noticed a folded piece of paper beneath my plate.
I pulled it free.
Two lines were written on it.
“I know your husband’s secret.”
“Meet me at the back entrance at 11 p.m. Come alone.”
A chill ran through me.
I folded the note and slipped it into my purse.
At 11 p.m., Robert was already in bed watching television.
“I’m going downstairs for some tea.”
“Now?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“I’ll come.”
“No. Stay.”
He studied me, then nodded.
I took the stairs instead of the elevator.
The waiter was waiting outside the back entrance. His name tag read Evan.
“You didn’t hear this from me,” he said.
“Just tell me.”
“I’ve seen your husband here several times.”
My chest tightened.
“With another woman?”
He hesitated. “A young woman.”
