Carly asked the question of Maddie as she pulled away from Nick’s house. Absentmindedly she scratched her companion’s head. Memories, past and present, played in her mind throughout the long ride to the community where Elaine lived. The last time she’d driven this way, she’d been with Nick. They’d picked Jeff and Elaine up and then driven to the Colorado River. They had a great time and talked about doing the same thing again sometime. A wave of depression came over her as she turned onto Elaine’s street. Nothing will ever be the same again, no matter what. “Life sucks,” she declared to Maddie as she parked behind Nick’s truck. A light rain had begun to fall. Anxiety rose in her gut and she suddenly doubted the wisdom in coming here. How do you tell a woman whose husband is a murder suspect that he is also a cheat? What about Nick? Can I really act like nothing ever happened? Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of her car and, together with Maddie, jogged up to Elaine’s front door.
