meant the accident at work, Cyn.”
That evening, I made a decision.
I wasn’t checking his phone or searching drawers.
After dinner, I was going to ask my husband one question.
What are you hiding from me?
But I never got the chance.
The crash came from upstairs.
What are you hiding from me?
Then I found him beside the tub.
Conor covered his leg with the towel.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Nothing doesn’t leave a scar like that.”