And that frightened me more than I wanted to admit.
***
That afternoon, my phone received a message from an unfamiliar number.
**Unknown: My mother told me what happened. I think we need to talk.**
I frowned.
**Me: Who is this?**
The reply arrived almost immediately.
**Unknown: Vanessa. Nathan’s wife.**
I read those words three times.
Then I called the number.
A woman answered.
“Hello, Sarah.”
I could barely speak.
“His what?”
She sighed.
“His wife. Although we’re separated now.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Ivy’s daughter.”
I sank into a chair.
For five years, I’d wondered whether Nathan had left me for someone else.
Now I finally had an answer.
But I was about to discover that his affair wasn’t even the most disturbing part of the story.
Vanessa agreed to meet me at a coffee shop the following afternoon.
She arrived looking exhausted.
She was younger than me, with tired eyes and an expression full of regret.