“Oh, I know so,” Anthony said, sounding so sure of himself.
“You’re right. Kiyah can be resourceful when she wants to be.”
“Mhm.”
“There she is now,” I said, watching her walk across the parking lot. I was about to leave our hiding spot when I noticed Grant racing behind her and paused. I felt Anthony’s hand on my arm, and my back hit the wall as he tugged me back into the shadows.
I feel slimy for spying on my children, but then again, they’re so secretive. And I need to know once and for all whether my suspicions are correct.
My heart thudded in my chest as Grant and Kiyah rounded his truck, preventing them from being seen from the front entrance; however, Anthony and I had a perfect view of them from our hiding spot.
“Here… you’re going to need this.”
I looked to my right and found Anthony offering me another lit joint.
He knows something, and it’ll be wise if I prepare myself for the worst. My children are involved in a secret love affair. There… I said it.
Instead of confronting him, I silently accepted it and waited for the fireworks.
“Kiyah,” Grant’s voice thundered with authority. “Let’s talk about it.”
My vision wasn’t what it used to be, but I knew from her stance with a hand perched on her hip like her mother that she rolled her eyes at him.
“Yes, let’s talk so you can lie in my face some more. I’m all fucking ears, Maxwell.”
“Shit,” Anthony and I whispered.
“She called him Maxwell. That’s not good,” he mumbled.
“Not good at all,” I replied as I watched the scene unfold like some dramatic soap opera.
“Kiyah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied. I didn’t want any drama over some blacked-out one-night stand I had years ago.”
“Okay, fuck you for making me seem unreasonable.”
“I’m not making you out to be unreasonable; I just want to get through the weekend so we can get on with our lives,” he argued.
“Let me put things in perspective for you, Grant. You’re trying to convince me to stay and give our marriage a chance, and you think lying is the way to go?”
Marriage? What the hell does she mean… marriage?
Black spots clouded my vision, and my chest tightened.
“Whoa, Jonathan. Take a deep breath,” Anthony said, shoving my head down. I inhaled and exhaled deeply until the muscles in my chest unclenched.
“How long have you known?” I asked softly.
“Jon—”
“How long have you known?” I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Not long. Simone and I were in Austin doing some last-minute shopping today and ran into them. They were clearly involved. We spoke with them, and they confessed that they were married.”
“How long?”
“Jon—”
“How long?”