“But Mom is going to find out someday.”
“Not if you keep our agreement.”
When I entered the garage, they both fell silent Robert forced a smile.
“We were just talking about the car.”
But Emily wasn’t smiling.
After that, my husband began spending even more time away from home. Sometimes he wouldn’t return until eleven at night.
Occasionally, I noticed an unfamiliar woman’s perfume on his shirt.
One evening, I found a small pink hair clip beneath the passenger seat of his car.
“Whose is this?” I asked.
Robert hesitated.
“Probably Emily’s.”
But my daughter had never worn anything like it. I began to suspect my husband was having an affair.
What I couldn’t understand was why our daughter seemed to be involved in his secret.
