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spot in the back of the building. The cheaters got out of Brad’s car and walked hand-in-hand into the back door after swiping the keycard. I took three final pictures before the door shut behind them and they disappeared from my view.
    Relieved I had completed my first stealth mission without being detected, I leaned my head back against the headrest and breathed a sigh of relief. After I got my heart rate back down to a normal rhythm again, I flipped through the pictures I had taken just to make sure they came out clearly. There was no mistaking the story the pictures told. Harper had been right. It was very cliché. Her husband was cheating on her with his secretary. Now came the hard part.
    I phoned Harper and she answered again on the first ring.
    “Did you find him?”
    I was more nervous than I thought I’d be. Sure, I didn’t know Harper from Adam, but we were sorority sisters now and I knew I was about to break her heart.
    “Yes,” I said finally. “Can you meet me somewhere and I’ll tell you everything.”
    “Sure. But just tell me first. Was I right?”
    I hesitated. As if somehow I could delay the inevitable heartbreak for her, even if it was just for a few more seconds. But then I remembered what my mom had always told me. Like a Band-Aid. Just rip it right off.
    “Yes, unfortunately, you were.”
    There was silence on the other line. I guess I expected her to lose her shit right then and there but she didn’t. She just sighed and said, “Copper River. Give me fifteen minutes.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
    Copper River was one of only a handful of places to eat in the small town of Nicholasville. The chain restaurant nestled on the bypass had opened when they built a new shopping center about three years back. Finally, residents of Nicholasville had somewhere nice to sit and eat. Everyone was burned out on Applebee’s.
    I arrived before Harper, since I had been only a few minutes away at the Howard Johnson, so I went ahead and had the hostess take me to a booth in the back. I remembered my note to check Shelly Turner’s Instagram account on my phone. I searched her name on the app and found her account, but it was marked private, so I couldn’t see any of her posts without sending her a request, which I obviously didn’t want to do. Then I checked my personal Facebook page and saw that I had three new friend requests, none of whom I knew. I declined them all. I didn’t Facebook very much and preferred to limit the number of “friends” I maintained.
    Harper arrived about ten minutes after me. She threw her large knock-off red Chanel bag into the seat and scooted onto the booth directly across from me.
    “Thanks for coming,” I said. “Are you hungry?”
    “No, I don’t think I could eat a bite.”
    “A drink then?”
    “Sweet tea?”
    “My favorite too.”
    I motioned for the waitress and when I finally got her attention, she walked over, apologizing for taking so long.
    “It’s fine. Can we have two sweet teas?”
    “Nothing to eat today?” She looked offended. Probably because she knew it meant little to no tip.
    “Not today. Just the teas.”
    “I’ll be right back.” She turned on the heel of her black clogs and headed toward the kitchen, her long black ponytail swinging from side to side.
    I turned my attention back to Harper. She looked even more demure in real life than in the pictures I had seen on Facebook. I resisted the urge to offer her some lipstick. Her hair was pulled up into a loose, messy bun on the top of her head and her black, probably fake, Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses were resting on top of her head.
    “So what did you find out?” Harper asked with wet eyes.
    “Unfortunately, your instincts were dead on. He is definitely having an affair. I’m so sorry, Harper. I wish we were wrong.”
    “I figured. Who is it?”
    I sighed. This was going to be the worst part. If she knew what Shelly looked like, it was going to be a kick in the