Though Dave had suggested waiting for the right moment was our best option for now, my nerves refused to cooperate.
I couldn't sit still, pretending to be calm while Nicole, the man whom I suspected to be the one in the picture, moved freely around the house.
He was completely unaware that I suspected him, and I want to take advantage of his unawareness.
My hands were already fidgeting with the edge of my blouse, my brain spinning faster than a tornado.
Patience was not my strong suit. Especially now, and definitely not with this.
Every second I sat there felt like it was stretching into an eternity.
My mind kept going back to those photos that Caroline showed me.
The pictures taken from that specific angle were deliberate, hiding the man's face but leaving his unmistakable collarbone in full view. And the hickey.
The faint but undeniable mark that made my stomach twist into knots.
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
