Abby
“Adam… Are you cheating on me?”
The anticipation of what Adam is about to say feels like a giant pit in my stomach. He stares down at his hands, his fingers worrying each other in the dim light of the bar.
“Abby,” his voice starts with a tremor, “I’m not cheating on you. I would never do something like that. Not to anyone, and especially not to you.”
The sound of the soft jazz music I’ve got playing on the speakers almost seems to die down, replaced by a poignant silence. I’m a little relieved, but not completely. In an odd way, I think that I almost wish he was cheating on me. It would make things easier. But now, I think that it must only be an even more complicated explanation, and whatever it is, I’m not sure if I’m ready for it.
“What is it, then?” I ask. Eve
