They built a quiet life together. There had never been any dramatic fights, or hidden resentments—at least not that he ever noticed. Lina was always steady, approachable, and warm—his home hearth. She remembered family birthdays, left notes in his lunch bag, and made Sunday mornings feel like they’d stolen a piece of heaven.
So how—and why—would she meet another man in secret? The thought burned. Was he blind? Had all those small kindnesses been a cover for something else? He gripped the steering wheel tighter as the area from the parking ticket loomed closer on his navigation display.