Yawning, I closed my eyes for a second, something I’d hardly done last night. It had been difficult to do anything after Elliott had given me this information about Katrina. I’d wanted to run over here as soon as I had her address yesterday, but I’d focused my attention on my children rather than on the woman my husband was screwing. And there was no way I was going to come over here with them in the back seat of my car. As long as I could help it, drama and crazy would not be a part of their lives, even though Jeremy had brought drama and crazy into our home.

Jeremy. He’d returned home last night before dinner, just like he’d said. So that part wasn’t his lie.

It was amazing that I hadn’t confronted my husband. I hadn’t confronted him when he’d sat down with us at dinner, I hadn’t confronted him while he worked in our home office afterwards, and I hadn’t shaken him awake and confronted him last night as he snored and I lay awake in the dark wondering about Katrina.

I’d done it, though. I’d made it all the way through to this moment without saying a word. Because I wanted the truth and I trusted this woman to tell me the truth more than I trusted my husband.

That made me shake my head. This was what crazy looked like. But I didn’t mind because if there was one thing I’d learned from my mother, it was that I had to get my ducks in a row. I needed to know the answers, then, ask the questions.

Putting my hand on the car handle, I paused. Did I really want to do this? Right now, Jeremy could be in there with her — or not. Katrina could be at work — or not. She could be....

“Stop it, Ginger,” I told myself. Either I was going to do this — or not.

But still, I didn’t move. I just sat and watched the personification of D.C.’s gentrification all around me. Young people jogging, couples pushing strollers, folks walking dogs — all of this being done by people who would have never driven through this neighborhood, not even with armed guards, ten years ago.

Ten years ago. That was when it all began for me and Jeremy. We’d had so many good years in between then and now, so did I really want to know? Did I really want to rock our marriage?

Before I finished asking myself the question, I already knew the answer. Yes! I wanted to know for me...and for Jasmine and Jayden. Thinking about my children made me swallow hard. Knocking on this door would have implications far beyond me.