Chaper 11. The Fake Tyler's Name

“We will talk about you later, Nancy. Just keep arranging; I have to be out cooking before fifteen minutes run out,” I said aloud for her to hear, and I waited a bit more to hear the sound of books she was arranging on the shelves so I could carry on with investigating her phone like a spy who is ready to infiltrate anywhere to get the information she needs. 

When I saw that she was now arranging the books, even though the sound of her tears never stopped, I gently picked up her phone again from the shelf and walked slowly to the left-edge corner, where it was darker in the library.

As I reached the left-edge corner of the library, I pressed her home button gently and quickly shot my eyes at the right-edge corner on the other side. I saw her, not minding where I was in the library. Everything she kept doing was what I asked her to help me do. Thus, I suddenly wondered.

“How can you sleep with my husband and still look at me in the face without remorse?”

Wonderi