Dru knew I was coming, so she buzzed me right in. And as I stepped into the elevator and then headed up to the ninth floor, I practiced what I wanted to say to my friend. But it didn’t take much time for me to figure it out. There were only six words to say: My husband is cheating on me.

Even though my steps were silent in the carpeted hallway, Dru opened her door before I had a chance to ring the bell.

“Hey,” she said at the same time that she handed me a glass of white wine.

I grabbed the glass, kicked off my shoes, then headed to her overstuffed, so-soft sofa. Sinking into the microfiber, I tucked my feet beneath my butt, lifted my glass and asked, “How did you know?” before I took two long sips.

“Well,” Dru began as she bounced onto the other end of the couch. She faced me as she said, “You never call me at night and say you need to come over. Nights are for the kids. Who’s with them?”

“I asked Carmen to stay a few extra hours,” I said and then, sighed. “I just needed to get out. I needed to talk.”

“I know.” She laid her wine atop her glass table in front of us. “I know this is hard for you.”

I blinked. Did Dru know? “What?”

“Mother Hayden. The funeral was today, right? I know this has been so hard. You’ve been so distant all week, but I know how close you all were.”

Now, I placed my wine on the table next to hers. “Yeah, the funeral was today and yeah, this has been really hard, but that’s not what I want to talk about.”

Dru tilted her head as if she were confused. “So, not Mother Hayden? Then....” She stopped and waited for me to fill her in.

“You’re not going to believe this.” And only because I didn’t want to play any games and keep her in suspense, I began my story. Starting with being with the Douglases and seeing the text.

“What?” my best friend exclaimed.

“Sit back, there’s more.”

From there, I took Dru on the journey with me wondering if K. Brunson was a man....

“Oh, my God!”

I told her how I’d found out that K stood for Katrina and I’d even gotten her address. “I felt a little bit like a super sleuth,” I bragged.

“I don’t know why,” Dru said, deflating my ego a bit. “You went through all of that? If you had told me this when you were supposed to, we could have found out who she was and where she lived on the Internet just by using her phone number.”

“Really?”

Dru rolled her eyes. “You don’t know anything, but what did you do when you found out her address?” She held up her hand. “Don’t tell me that....”