Of course, that was the exact moment she began crying.
I bounced her gently.
“It’s okay. Mommy’s here.”
Downstairs, their voices dropped.
By the time I got the baby settled and came downstairs, my mother-in-law was gone.
Caleb stood in the kitchen, drinking water.
“What was that about?”
He lowered the glass.
“What?”
“Your mother.”
“Nothing.”
“She said she was done covering for you.”
“She was angry.”
“About what?”
“The daycare thing.”
I stared at him.
“She said, ‘You told me it was over.’ What was over?”
He opened the refrigerator.
“This argument.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Jess, I’m tired.”
“So am I.”
He shut the refrigerator harder than necessary.
“Can we please not do this right now?”
I looked at him for several seconds, then walked away.
But now I knew the first conversation hadn’t only been about daycare.
Something else was happening.
Something Caleb believed I couldn’t know.
For the next few days, I couldn’t stop thinking about his mother’s words.
“You told me it was over.”
“I’m done covering for you.”
I began noticing things.
Caleb carried his phone into the shower.
He turned it facedown on the table.
He stepped outside to answer certain calls.
Maybe exhaustion was making me suspicious.
That was what I told myself.
Then one evening, after I finally got the baby to sleep, I went downstairs for some water.
The house was quiet.
Caleb wasn’t in the living room.
I heard his voice coming from the laundry room.
I almost walked past until I heard how he was speaking.
His voice was soft and affectionate.
Honestly, I couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken to me like that.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I know.”
I stopped.
A moment later, he laughed quietly.
“Tomorrow. Same time.”
My heart started pounding.
I walked straight to the laundry room and pushed open the door.
Caleb spun around.
The second he saw me, he ended the call.
I stared at the phone in his hand.
“Who the HELL was that?”
Caleb didn’t answer.
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