at the app on her phone. The car has stopped now. The address is 884 Division Street.
She can follow him wherever he goes without being seen, which is rather convenient. She puts the address into her GPS, and after twenty-five minutes arrives at a low-rise apartment building. Job site, my ass, she thinks. How will she know which apartment it is?
She parks across the street and gets out of her car. As she walks towards the building, she sees her husband’s shiny Tesla in the parking lot. The bastard.
She walks up to his beloved car. The urge to deface it is overwhelming. There’s no one around. She could key it; he’d never know it was her. Maybe if she defaced his car every time he came here, he’d stop coming.
She pushes the driver’s-side handle and opens the door; the key card in her wallet unlocks the car and lets her in automatically – she doesn’t even have to take it out of her purse. She sits in the driver’s seat for a moment; she’s so upset her breathing is fast and shallow. The car has automatically turned itself on. She stares at the computer screen for a minute and then hits the Navigate button. That pulls up a screen that shows the addresses he’s recently entered into his GPS. Oh, look, he’s put in the address – and the apartment number – of his new lover. Good to know. Apartment 107. She uses her cell phone to take a photo of the address on his monitor.
She gets out of the car and slams the door. She takes a picture of his car in the parking lot, with the building in the background. Then she enters the apartment building – where her cheating husband is sleeping with another woman while she’s down here at the locked doors – and searches the directory. There it is – number 107, E. Voss.
Well, at least now she knows. She uses her phone to take some pictures of the directory too.
What now? Does she stay here and face him when he comes out? Create a scene? Does she wait in his car? Wouldn’t it be fun to see his face when he comes out to his car and finds her sitting in the passenger seat? Or should she stay out of sight and wait for him to leave, and then buzz this E. Voss? Get a look at her?
She can’t decide. Finally she gets back into her own car, fighting back tears. She’d told her mother she might be late. She decides she doesn’t want to be home when her husband gets back; she needs to calm down. Instead, she drives back to Aylesford and goes to a movie.
She’s alone in a movie theatre on a Friday night. In the darkness of the theatre, she discreetly wipes her tears away with a tissue and keeps an eye on the app. Soon she sees the little blue dot coming back down the highway. She watches it arrive at their home and stop.
You bastard, Nancy thinks.
She sends him a text.
I’m at the movies with a friend. I’ll pick up Henry from my mother’s when I’m done.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
THAT NIGHT, AS they try to soothe the babies, Patrick’s mind is working overtime; he needs to know what he’s up against. He needs to find out the truth.
He walks blearily around the living room, a crying infant in his arms. He and Stephanie have given up trying to be heard above the noise; besides, they are all talked out. Now it’s as if they are both existing within their own cones of misery.
Patrick thinks back to those early days in Colorado, when he was newly married. Lindsey was pregnant; they had moved to the little commuter town of Creemore for him to take an internship in Denver. There he’d met Greg Miller, who was also interning at Wright & Fraser Architects. They worked, socialized, drank together. Erica and Lindsey had become good friends, having met at a photography class, although initially one might think they had little in common. Lindsey was pregnant, putting most of her energy into preparing for the baby, homesick for Grand Junction. Erica was working part time at a drugstore and pining for something more.
For Patrick, it was all about keeping his head above water. He was in his first real job, trying to support a wife and expecting a new baby too. Adjusting to life, wondering what the future held. He hadn’t planned on marrying