Renata turned on her heel and stormed out of the kitchen, ending the conversation abruptly. David didn’t follow her immediately. He stood alone by the sink, her fierce words echoing in his mind, wondering if he was more upset by his own spying or how easily she deflected his question.
He finally walked upstairs to find her, but stopped abruptly in the bathroom doorway. On the marble counter, half-hidden behind her daily vitamins, sat a small, unmistakable box of prenatal vitamins. He picked it up, noting that several pills were missing. “Oh my god,” he whispered, doing the math frantically in his head.
He calculated how long she had been taking them, realizing she held a monumental secret. He heard her soft footsteps approach from behind. Neither spoke for a long, tense moment. He turned around with the box in his hand, and she watched his face intently, waiting to see how he would react.