As the day wore on, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. I busied myself with chores, trying to distract my mind, but the questions remained. Later in the afternoon, as I was folding laundry, I noticed a slip of paper in one of Alex’s pockets. It was a receipt, dated the previous Thursday, from a café on the other side of town.
When Alex returned home that evening, they seemed more relaxed, but I couldn’t let the matter rest. “How was your meeting?” I asked, watching their reaction closely.
“Oh, it went well,” they replied, setting their bag down and heading to the kitchen. “We got a lot done.”
My mind raced, the pieces not fitting together. “I called your office today,” I said, trying to sound casual. “They said you didn’t have any meetings scheduled.”
There was a brief pause before Alex turned to face me, their expression carefully controlled. “Oh, it must have been a mix-up,” they said, their smile not reaching their eyes. “I was meeting with a client off-site.”
I nodded, but the doubt remained, an unwelcome companion that refused to leave.
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