Inside the folder were clear, high-resolution photographs of Greg’s car parked in Linda’s driveway at two in the morning. There were photos of them kissing on her front porch while Kevin was on the line.

Kevin picked up the photographs. I watched his face drain of color. His jaw clenched, and his hands began to shake so violently the paper rustled.

“Linda?” Kevin’s voice was dangerously low.

Linda fell to her knees, sobbing and grabbing at Kevin’s work pants. “Kevin, please! He lied to me! He told me they had an agreement!”

“Get away from me,” Kevin said, stepping back. He looked disgusted.

We sat in that living room and waited. Greg was supposed to pick Lily up from my house, but I had left her with my mother. I knew Greg would come here first when he saw his bags on our porch.

Sure enough, forty minutes later, we heard a car pull into the driveway. The front door unlocked, and Greg walked in. He was holding two large pizza boxes from Domino’s, a smug smile on his face.

“Hey, babe, I got the food,” Greg started, his voice trailing off as he walked into the living room.

He saw me sitting on the sofa. He saw Kevin standing by the window. He saw Linda sitting on the floor, weeping.

The pizza boxes slipped from his hands, landing with a heavy thud on the carpet. One of the boxes popped open, revealing a greasy pepperoni pizza.

“Ellen? What are you doing here?” Greg stammered, his face turning a sickly shade of gray.

“Kevin knows, Greg,” I said, my voice completely steady. “Lily talked. She told me about the sleepovers. She told me about the bed.”

Greg looked at Kevin, then at the folder on the coffee table. He tried to take a step toward me. “Ellen, let’s go home and talk about this. This is a misunderstanding. I was just helping Linda out because Kevin was working late.”

“Helping her out?” Kevin roared, stepping forward. He was a large man, hardened by years of factory work. He grabbed Greg by the collar of his jacket and slammed him against the doorframe. “You slept in my bed! You ate food bought with Ellen’s money in my house!”

“Kevin, stop!” Linda screamed.

“Get out of my house, Greg,” Kevin whispered, his face inches from Greg’s. “If I ever see your car on this street again, I won’t call the police. Do you understand me?”