During a camping trip with our closest friends, my wife shamelessly hugged and kissed her best friend right beside the campfire, in front of me and everyone else, then laughed and mocked me. “I’m just kissing a close friend. Are you seriously going to get jealous of him?”
“Wait,” Claire said behind me. “You weren’t supposed to leave until after Monday.” I stopped with one hand wrapped around the strap of my bag. For two full seconds, nobody moved. Then I heard Mason inhale sharply. It was small, almost silent, but I heard it. So did Claire. She turned toward him. His face had changed completely. “What?” she asked. Mason stared at her like he wanted to drag the words back into her mouth. “Nothing,” he said quickly. But it was already too late. I slowly turned around. “After Monday?” I asked. Claire’s expression tightened. She tried to laugh. It came out thin and nervous. “I didn’t mean anything.” “Sure.” “Daniel.” “What happens Monday?” She crossed her arms. “Nothing happens Monday.” Mason stepped closer to her. “Claire, just stop talking.” That was the moment I knew I had been right. Not almost right. Not paranoid. Not suspicious. Right. Claire immediately glared at him. “Why are you telling me to stop talking?” “Because you’re making this worse.”...