“Why won’t you show me?”
He rubbed his forehead.
For several seconds, he hesitated.
Then he handed me the paper.
I unfolded it.
Two sentences were written inside.
**“You have until Friday to tell Jennifer the truth. Otherwise, I’ll do it myself.”**
I read them twice.
Then I looked up.
“What truth?”
Tony shifted uncomfortably.
“It’s not what you think.”
“I haven’t told you what I think.”
“Dakota’s being dramatic.”
“About what?”
He looked away.
“Can we discuss this tonight?”
“No.”
“Jennifer, I have an important meeting.”
“And apparently our neighbor knows something about my marriage that I don’t.”
I turned toward Dakota’s house.
Tony reached for my arm.
“Jen, wait.”
I kept walking.
I knocked on Dakota’s door.
She opened it and immediately looked nervous.
I held up the note.
“What is this?”
She glanced toward Tony, who was still standing near his car.
