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you’re home by six o’clock, so we’re not late.”
    Jeremy looked up from his Kindle. “Do we have to go?”
    “Of course you have to go,” I said. “What kind of question is that?”
    “It’s just that Hugo invited me over to his house tonight. He has this new video game that I’ve been dying to try out.”
    Hugo lives down the street and they’ve been friends for many years. He has spent as much time at our house as Jeremy has at his. They’re practically joined at the hip.
    “You’r e going to have to reschedule that game. I’m sorry, honey.”
    He frowned. “Well, can Hugo come with us to the party?”
    I sighed. “I’ll have to ask your father.”
    “That’s not fair, if Hugo gets to come with, then I should be able to invite Lisa, too,” pouted Regan.
    “We’ll see,” I said. “Your father and I were planning on spending the night at the hotel while you two went home with your grandparents. I don’t think it will work out if your friends tag along.”
    It was then that I heard someone’s cell phone vibrating and noticed that Scott had forgotten his on the counter.
    I walked over and picked it up. “Grea t, your dad’s going to need his phone, I’m sure.”
    Staring at the screen, I noticed that he’d received a text message and that the first few words had flashed across the screen.
    I need you…
    I frowned. I NEED YOU? What exactly was that supposed to mean?
    “Mom, can I have some pancakes?” asked Jeremy.
    I stared at the phone, its message light blinking as quickly as my heart rate. I was dying to read the rest of the message, but also afraid of what I’d find; especially, after yesterday.
    This is stupid, my husband loves me , I reminded myself, once again. We’d just made love a few hours before. It was probably someone at work, waiting for him.
    I cringed at my own insecurities. Obviously I’d been watching too many talk shows and they were getting to me. My self-esteem certainly wasn’t what it used to me.
    “Mom?” 
    I turned to look at my son. “What?”
    Jeremy sighed. “Can I please have some pancakes?”
    Scott’s cell phone vibrated loudly in my hand, and I dropped it on the counter.
    “Good going, mom,” snorted Regan. “Dad would kill you if you broke his ‘most sacred’ cell phone.”
    “No kidding,” I said.
    I picked it back up and my breath caught in my throat. It was another message from the same number.
    Don’t make me wait.
    I felt like I was going to be sick. I could barely breathe. This time I didn’t hesitate, I opened up his phone and read both messages.
    I need you. I’ll be waiting in your office .
    Second message didn’t say anything other tha n “ Don’t make me wait.”
    This could mean so many things , I told myself. Jesus, Lindsey , don’t jump to conclusions. 
    I took a deep breath and glanced at my children. “I’m going to dad’s office to drop off his phone. I’ll be back in an hour, or so.”
    “I guess that means I’m m aking my own pancakes?” mumbled Jeremy.
    I reached into the freezer and grabbed the frozen ones. “Here, thirty -five seconds in the microwave per pancake. You know where the butter and syrup are.” Then I grabbed my keys and purse and left the kitchen.
    Trying to remain calm, I opened up the garage door and glanced outside. It wasn’t quite ten o’clock and the humidity was back. It certainly didn’t help the hysteria that was building inside of me, either. I was a nervous wreck as irrational thoughts started crowding my brain.
    Is he cheating?
    Would he honestly do that?
    I knew one thing, I felt his love. Sure, we hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time together , lately, because of his job…
    Oh, my God – maybe it wasn’t his job keeping him away?!
    Choking back a sob, I shoved my keys into the ignition and pulled out of the garage. It was then that I noticed Jake. He was in his yard, bent over the lawnmower, presumably ours, and washing it off with the hose. He wasn’t wearing a