When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

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I looked at him over my coffee.

“I’m sure it will.”

He smiled, hearing only what he wanted to hear.

At 9:12 a.m., he left for my father’s office.

At 9:37, my father texted me.

He’s here. Wait until Robert comes for you.

I was already in the building, seated in a small adjoining conference room behind a pane of dark privacy glass. From where I sat, I could continue reading …