Chapter 14
She swallowed.
“He said the apartment was something he'd been planning after you separated.”
“Did he say I knew?”
“Yes.”
She unlocked her phone and showed me the conversation.
Audrey will be at Marion's with the baby for the first couple of months. We've worked it out.
The date was weeks before Lucy's birth.
I read it twice.
My own recovery had become part of a plan nobody had discussed with me.
Another message said his mother was helping with the paperwork.
“What paperwork?”
Paige put the stack from her lap on the table.
“The lease. Doreen told me to bring it so you could see what we were already committed to.”
I looked at Mom.
She looked back without saying anything.
There was the address from the nursery invoice.
Apartment 214.
Garrett's name.
Paige's name.
And a separate guaranty page.
Doreen Bell.
I turned to the signature.
Paige said Doreen had met her at the leasing office because Garrett was working. She had hugged her afterward and said the family would figure everything out.
I remembered Doreen sending me a little yellow sweater for Lucy around that time.
She had called to ask whether I liked it.
She had asked whether I was getting enough rest.
I placed her message beside the lease on my phone.
I knew nothing about Paige until after what happened at the hospital.
The signature on the guaranty was dated six weeks before my daughter was born.
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MY HUSBAND TEXTED HIS MISTRESS WHILE I WAS GIVING BIRTH—THEN I FOUND THE NURSERY HE BUILT WITH OUR SAVINGS - END
PART 7 — THE RECORDS THEY COULD NOT EXPLAIN
I asked Paige whether I could copy the lease.
She said yes.
Then I asked her to send the messages she had shown me, with their dates visible.
She hesitated.
“If I do that, he'll be furious.”
I thought of every time I had kept quiet because Garrett might get angry.
“I can't make that decision for you.”
Mom made copies while I held Lucy.
Before Paige left, she told me she was sorry again.
“I know you don't have to forgive me.”
“No,” I said. “I don't.”
It wasn't a threat. It was something I needed us both to understand.
She sent the messages that evening.
The next morning, I gave Celia everything.
She put the financial records in order and asked me questions until the timeline made sense.