It wasn’t one big revelation—it was dozens of small ones.
All pointing to the same truth.
I had been excluded on purpose.
I found Peter in the kitchen when I went back inside.
I dropped the papers on the table.
“Why didn’t you tell me all along?” I asked.
He looked at them, then at me.
“I tried, but you weren’t ready to hear it,” he said. “If I had told you too soon, you might have pushed me away too. Every time I hinted at something, you defended him or blamed yourself. If I had said it directly back then, you would’ve shut me out—and been alone in it.”
That stopped me.
Because it wasn’t entirely wrong.
Still, something bothered me.
“You said you ‘knew.’ How?”
He hesitated, then answered.
“Sean’s former assistant, Kelly. She confided in me.”
That caught me off guard.
“When?”
“Before everything fell apart. She was worried about how things were being handled. I didn’t tell you then, but I’m telling you now because you’re finally ready to hear it.”
