My Wife’s Massage Therapist Called Me and Said I Needed to Attend Her Next Session Secretly

of this conversation was better than not knowing.

“What the hell is going on?”

“You’ll understand soon.”

I stared at him. “I swear to God, Nolan.”

“I know.” His expression softened. Then he said something unexpected. “I’m sorry.”

Before I could ask what he meant, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway cut through the silence.

My stomach dropped. Nolan continue reading …