By the time I pull into the driveway of our new lake house I’m surprised, and excited, to see Brina’s black Volvo parked in the driveway. I didn’t really expect her to come home from the banquet early. The foundation is so important to her; she seems to have found her calling. I’m already anticipating all the ways I’m going to thank her for putting me first today—until I walk through the front door and see her leading a man into the kitchen.Brina would never cheat on me. Besides, this guy looks too shabby to be her type. But this doesn’t stop me from following quietly behind them.I pass the wall clock that Brina had made a few months ago by a local craftsman. The clock had a different shell—picked by Lucas, Jr.—where each of the numbers should be. She had her doubts when she was pregnant with Lucas, but I always knew Brina would make an excellent mother.When I enter the great room the guy is taking a seat behind the breakfast bar at the kitchen island. He looks thin and a bit disheveled, possibly homeless, but he’s young.
