The wife I forgot to love novel Chapter 3

Cassidy was already at the kitchen table when Helena came downstairs, two coffees placed with the precision of a woman who had done this before. Who had sat at this table before in exactly this kind of morning.

She looked up when Helena walked in.

She didn't say anything right away. Just looked at her sister the way only Cassidy could, like she was taking inventory of every single thing Helena was holding together and calculating what was about to fall.

"Sit down," Cassidy said.

Helena sat.

Cassidy pushed one of the coffees across the table. "Talk to me. All of it. From the beginning."

"I already told you on the phone."

"You told me about a photo. I want to know about before the photo." Cassidy wrapped both hands around her own cup. "How long has something felt off?"

Helena looked at her coffee.

"Three weeks," she said. "Maybe four."

"What kind of off?"

"Just..." She stopped. Tried to find the right word and kept finding the wrong ones. "Quiet. He got quiet in a different way. Damian is always quiet but this felt like quiet that was pointed somewhere else. Like he was present but saving the real version of himself for later."Cassidy nodded slowly. "His phone?"

"Always face down. Always." Helena wrapped her hands around the cup. "He used to leave it anywhere. On the counter, on the bathroom sink, charging in the kitchen overnight. He never cared. Now it goes everywhere with him."

"Did you ever look at it?"

"No."

"Helena."

"I'm not going through my husband's phone, Cassidy."

"Your husband whose hand is on another woman's back in a photo that came up on the first page of a G****e search." Cassidy's voice was still controlled but only just. "That husband."

Helena didn't answer.

Cassidy pulled out her own phone. Opened the link Helena had sent. Set it on the table between them like evidence.

They both looked at it.

"Camila Calloway," Cassidy read. "She's in finance. Moved back to Velmont eight weeks ago after four years in New York." She scrolled. "She's connected to half the city on LinkedIn. Her I*******m is mostly work events and travel and..." She stopped scrolling.

"What?"

Cassidy turned the phone around.

It was a different photo. I*******m this time, not the rooftop picture. Camila at some kind of gallery opening, glass in hand, laughing at someone beside her. The caption said: good people, good city, good to be home.

It was posted six weeks ago.

Six weeks ago was exactly when Damian had started getting quiet. Helena looked at the date for a long time.

"Hels." Cassidy's voice had changed. Gone softer. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know yet."

"Do you want me to find out more about her?"

"How would you even do that?"

Cassidy gave her a look that said the question barely deserved an answer. "I know people. I always know people." She picked up her coffee. "The question is what you want to do with whatever I find."

Helena thought about last night. About the bedroom. About Damian saying "I'm happy" with that half-second pause before it.

"Find out," she said.

Cassidy nodded once. Done. Decided. "And in the meantime you say nothing to him."

"I know."

"I mean it, Helena. You say nothing. You act normal. You keep cooking the chicken and asking about his day and you give me seventy-two hours."

"Cassidy, I'm not going to..."

"Promise me."

Helena looked at her sister. At the set of her jaw and the steady eyes and the coffee she had driven over with at eight-fifteen on a weekday without being asked.

"Fine," she said. "Seventy-two hours."

Cassidy raised her cup. "Good."

They drank their coffee in the quiet of the kitchen and didn't say anything for a while. Outside a car passed. Somewhere down the street a dog was barking at something it would nevercatch.

"She's beautiful," Helena said finally.

Cassidy put her cup down. "Don't."

"I'm just saying."

"I know what you're doing and stop it." Her voice was firm. "What she looks like has nothing to do with anything."

"It has something to do with how a person feels standing in their own kitchen."

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