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perk, but then I like to stay grounded. You never know what the future holds, plus the people watching in the airports is priceless.
    Emails are done and I’m wide awake. Drumming my fingers against the keyboard, I decide to Google Carter Northwood, Seattle, Washington and hit enter.
    Why I’ve never done this before is beyond me. I search everything, but not him. I move to images first before I choose an article to read. Carter and Bethany are plastered all over together, dressed to the nines. I must love to punish myself, because with each scroll down my heart breaks even more.
    If I had done this months ago, I could’ve saved myself some heartache. I searched Logan for Angela like there was no tomorrow, but no, I put myself out on a limb, which broke.
    I stop on one picture that stands out—he’s in his gray suit from what I think was the night I stayed with him. Bethany has her arm interlocked into his, a smile plastered on her face as she stares at someone to her right. Carter has an expression that I’ve never seen. He looks tired and, I don’t know, different. I choose to open this picture and look for a date. It’s the same night I thought it was.
    When I examine the picture and article written next to it, I discover that the man Bethany is looking at is Carter’s father. Now I find this odd—you have this handsome man on your arm, but you can’t even see him.
    Curiosity always kills the cat; I’m just thankful I am not a cat. I right-click and save it to my desktop, and then click back to start my search for more, of what I have no idea.
    Adjusting my eyes, I notice that I’ve been on this quest for hours. The clock reads three in the morning. Six will come soon enough.
    I close everything and haul myself to bed. At least I’ve figured out how to rest my mind, well maybe some. I’m more confused than ever now that I’ve studied all these pictures and a few articles.
    As I snuggle down into my comforter, I question everything. No, actually I’m full of questions, and I don’t think I’ll ever get the answers. It’s the last thing I think before I close my eyes.

    Carter
    The locksmith is changing my locks as I pace the wood floor in my condo. Bethany is gone and I’m even more confused than I was before. Tabitha is receiving pictures of an intimate moment we shared, and from whom, is beyond me.
    I need to update Jack on the latest. “Jack, how are things?” I begin causally and wait for his response.
    “Slow but safe. How about things with you? Any word on the fire and such?”
    “No, and I have some new evidence if you’re ready for this one.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “First, I have the contents of the box, and let’s say Bethany was never pregnant, and if she was, it wasn’t mine as I was told. Second, Tabitha received a box that contained a few pictures from an intimate moment shared between the two of us. They had to have taken them with a tele zoom lens from the description I got.”
    “Shit, Carter, are you for real about Bethany?”
    “I am, and we will get to the bottom of this, but we need to figure out what to do about Tabitha. Do you think it’s time?”
    “Unfortunately I do, but you know the backlash is going to hit you hard.”
    “I know … You decide when and where, just let me know so I’m prepared.”
    “Will do, and hey, let me know what else you find out or what you need from this end.”
    “Will do and all I need is for you to keep doing what you and Mark are currently doing.”
    “You got it. I’ll keep you posted.”
    “Thanks,” I say as I hang up and walk to my office.
    The leather briefcase is like a ticking time bomb. It’s killing me to see the rest of the contents, but am I actually ready? I don’t know if I will ever recover from the fact that she was never pregnant with my child. All these years I’d dreamed about what our child would be like, what our lives would be like, if things would have turned out differently.
    I used to think life