Keith Morrison

Wondering, how had it come to this?

Inevitably, those thoughts circled back to that night on the lake in the pontoon boat.

Nancy could still remember every detail.

The look in her husband's eyes when he said he didn't want to be married anymore.

The iron in his voice.

Nancy had been puzzled then, at a loss.

But the friends who'd listened to her recount that story over coffees or salad were unanimous in their opinion.

That's Nancy's friend, Kathy Harrell.

And your mind went there right away?

Conversations like that had stuck with Nancy.

But back then, she had no idea how to confirm suspicions that her husband might have another woman waiting in the wings.

And then suddenly it came to her.

One night while rushing out to catch a ride to a business function, Chris had left his wallet behind on his nightstand.

Should she or shouldn't she?

She did.

That's a testosterone gel.

Well, now, if Nancy hadn't been suspicious before, she was now.

Come to think of it, the person who just picked up Chris for that business function was someone who worked closely with Chris at the bank.

She was tall and blonde, the wife of another bank executive.

Nancy knew this woman, considered her a friend.