"He does?"
"Constantly."
Nathan changed the subject almost immediately.
Later, while everyone was preparing to leave, I overheard Susan say to him:
"At least the apartment issue finally got worked out."
"What apartment issue?" I asked.
Susan glanced at Nathan.
"Company housing," she answered quickly.
"Oh, right," Susan continued. "We're staying in the same building. It'll make those early mornings easier."
One more detail Susan knew.
One more detail my husband had kept from me.
I waited until the final guest left, then shut the door.
I turned around and faced Nathan.
"Three weeks?"
"Natalie—"
My husband invited his boss over for dinner without asking me — halfway through the meal, his boss looked at me and said, "Wait... you don't know yet
