I’d always hated that cliché — the wife is the last one to know. I never believed it. I always thought that if a wife was in tune with her husband, nothing could be hidden from either of them. I guess I was dead wrong.

I sat waiting with my arms folded and glaring at the both of them.

Sonya continued, “As big as the DMV is, at the same time, it’s a small community, so it wasn’t surprising when we found out a while back and....”

“Wait!” I held up my hand. “Hold up. A while back and you’re just saying something to me now?”

“It wasn’t our place to tell you,” Sonya said.

“Hmph, I wanted to say something.” I glared at Cecily, but that didn’t bother her. She continued. “I wanted to have your back and make sure you knew.”

“But, like I told Cecily when I’d first heard about Jeremy....”

This was a shocker. Cecily was the one who always carried the tales, not Sonya. That made me shift in my seat. Cecily would talk just to be gossiping, but Sonya...she was different.

“I told her,” Sonya kept on, “not to say a word. I knew God would reveal it all because whatever is done in the dark will always come to the light.”

“Wow,” I said, shaking my head. “So, what changed, Sonya? Why’re you telling me now?”

“Once I realized that you’d found out....”

I tilted my head.

“When you were at my place,” she said as if that had been obvious. “I could tell when you read the text on Jeremy’s phone...the way you reacted, I knew then that you’d found out.”

Really? I hadn’t said a word and she’d read all of that from my reaction?

As if she were reading my mind, she said, “I’ve been in enough of these situations. Too many of them, really.” She shook her head. “So I knew when I saw the look on your face as you read the text. I knew when you looked into my eyes and held back your tears, but not your shock. I knew by the way you wouldn’t look at Jeremy once he came back into the room with Charles.”

For a moment, I was taken away from the pain of this revelation and just sat in wonder of Sonya. This woman didn’t need to be a First Lady. She needed to be part of the CIA's psychological intelligence division.

“So knowing that you’d found out,” Sonya said, “I wanted to make sure you had the support you needed.”

I was quiet for a moment, then said the only words that came to my mind. “I feel like such an idiot.”

“Why?” Cecily said. “You didn’t do anything. And if Jeremy hadn’t gotten careless with that call or text or whatever it was, you wouldn’t have known.”