Womaan’s Evening Storyy

So I sent him a message: “Send a picture of camp! The kids want to see where you are.   “

His reply came a minute later: “No signal where I am. I just put up the tent. Everything is fine.”

A cold shiver ran through me.

Something sounded wrong. Instinctively, I opened the Find My iPhone app. He had shared his location with me once, and I had never deleted it.

The blue dot appeared.

He wasn’t in a forest…

Nor in a campsite.

Not even outside the city.

There he was, in a residential neighborhood, at the address of a small house I didn’t recognize. An ordinary place. Almost too ordinary.

I didn’t think. I grabbed my keys. I told the kids I was going out. I got in the car, my throat tight, my thoughts racing.

When I arrived in front of the house, I turned off the engine. I watched silently. The shutters were open. A car was parked in front. Then, after a few minutes, the door opened.

And he went out.

My husband…..

The man who had to camp in the woods.

No boots. No backpack.

Dressed like a date.

And then… she appeared.

A woman. Young. Confident.

She laughed. He laughed.

And there, right in front of me, he kissed her. For a long time.

I stood frozen. Unable to breathe.

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