Farewell in the Rainy Season

It was the eighth year of my marriage.

As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker.

"Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite."

My hands froze on the wheel.

Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend.

I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all.

"Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know.