The Police Showed Up Before My Husband Could

Flourless chocolate cake. The date on the slip was the same night he’d told me he was in Winston for a distributor dinner.

When I asked, he didn’t even blink.

“Client picked up the tab. Must’ve left another receipt in the truck.”

It was such a lazy lie I almost admired it.

Then there was April 14.

I remember the date because it was a Sunday and raining.continue reading …