I stopped at the foot of the stairs.
Molly laughed again.
“Are you kidding? He trusts both of us.”
I stood there holding a bag of groceries.
“Does he suspect anything?”
Then Kai’s bedroom door opened.
Molly stepped into the hallway.
She turned back, slipped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
Kai pulled her closer.
I backed into the kitchen before they saw me.
Kai pulled her closer.
One grocery bag slipped from my hand.
A jar of olives rolled across the floor.
I caught it before it reached the cabinets.
Then I stood there staring at the jar.
My wife.
My brother.
I stood there staring.
For a moment, I couldn’t decide which name hurt more.
I wanted to march upstairs.
I wanted to ask how long it had been happening.
Instead, I heard footsteps.
I shoved the groceries onto the counter and opened the refrigerator.