The Truth Hidden In A Folder

KLYN

as he held me. It used to be comforting, a scent of home and safety. Now, it was a shar

most a whisper. "Grant," I began, my th

nocent. "Of course, I love you, Broo

mouth. "Do you love me, and only me? Could you

But now, it screamed at me. He leaned in, kissing my forehead, then my lips. "Don' t be silly, baby. Of co

with a practiced intensity. "Our marriage,

ed then, whispers about Grant' s wandering eye, his reputation for being

y. "Brooklyn, I just saw Grant with another woman! At

streaming down my face, barely able to breathe.

ibs. But when I burst into room 302, I hadn' t found Grant with another w

dare you try to bribe me to keep quiet! Brook

o me, her eyes full of righteous fury. "He tried to pay me off, Brooklyn. Sa

had stammered, avoiding my gaze. "It was a mistake. A

friend a 'mistake' ?" She' d glared at him. "And Brooklyn, do you really think I, y

d and my boyfriend. I' d apologized profusely to both of them. From then on, I' d been extr

, if it wasn' t for you, I wouldn' t even give Chelsey a second glance. She' s too much trouble." And I, feeling foolish for my ear

ay, his face grim. "No, Chelsey. We can' t keep doing this. I can' t. I' m get

wrapping her arms around him, desperate. "N

elmed with last-minute details, that I' d developed a raging fever. I was confined to bed, barely able to lift my head,

ink, said, "Careful, Brooklyn. That' s why they say to guard you

weak laugh. "Don' t be ridiculous, Sarah. Chelsey woul

a of Chelsey, the grim acceptance in Grant' s eyes.