Three Times, Farewell

Summary

On my son's fifth birthday, I discovered the texts between my husband Fred and his best friend's widow.

[Fred, the baby misses his daddy. When are you coming?]

[Tom liked a matching family outfit. I ordered it for us to wear this weekend.]

[Tom starts school tomorrow. I put you down as the father. Okay?]

Fred’s replies were just as warm.

[Sophia’s asleep. On my way.]

[My size is 3XL.]

[Of course. You two are my responsibility now.]

Stunned, I called Fred from our son’s party to confront him.