I gripped the steering wheel.
Were they having an affair?
The thought came so suddenly that I felt physically sick.
Vanessa had been my closest friend since childhood. She was three years younger than me, and after our parents died, we had promised each other that we would never allow life’s difficulties to separate us.
When Eliam and I got married eleven years ago, Vanessa had stood beside me as my maid of honor.
She had helped me choose my wedding dress, held my hand when I cried over the seating arrangements, and delivered a speech that made everyone laugh.
She was the person I called whenever I needed advice.
And Eliam had always treated her like family.
He helped her move apartments. He repaired her broken laptop. He once drove forty minutes through a snowstorm because her car had broken down on the highway.
I had never questioned their relationship.
Why would I?
But as I watched them standing outside that building, I began questioning everything.
