I looked over my shoulder.
“That’s the problem. You didn’t mean for me to find out at all.”
Then I left.
That evening, Tyler called seventeen times.
I didn’t answer.
He sent messages explaining that his relationship with Vanessa had started during a difficult period in our marriage. He said he had been confused. He said he had intended to tell me eventually.
Eventually.
As if the truth were a package he could leave on the porch until he found the time to deal with it.
The next morning, he finally sent a different message.
Tyler: Please let me come see Mason. He deserves an explanation.
I stared at the screen for a long time.
Mason was sitting at the hotel desk, drawing another airplane. This time, there were no people beneath it.
I walked over and sat beside him.
“Do you want to see Dad today?” I asked.
