Maria stared at her. Sandy didn’t speak as she dried her eyes. She adjusted the rearview mirror so she could see her face. Her eyes were red, but what struck her was how much of her could be seen in Jeremy Lane. It made her wonder why she’d not suspected who he was even before she saw the picture on his desk. Her eyes flooded again. The magnitude of what had just happened was enough to make her heart burst. “I’m sorry,” she said through her sniffles to Maria. “Did I do or say something bad?” Maria asked with a worried look. “No, no.” Sandy reached out and patted Maria’s leg. “It’s not you. It’s me.” Sandy started the car and backed out of the parking spot. Jeremy came out of the building, saw them, and waved. Sandy fought an impulse to jump out of the car, tell him who she was, and collapse in his arms. Instead, she waved weakly, hoping there was enough distance that he couldn’t see her tearstained face. As she drove away from the office, she saw Jeremy get in a white SUV.
