I pulled in under the carport, relieved it was Friday. Bill was stuck at a business meeting so it was going to be a quiet evening at home before a date tomorrow night. I had plans to dye my hair blond for a party we were going to.
I went inside the house and turned on the lights. Not long after, the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone so the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I looked out the peephole. It was Jessica.
I opened the door. Jessica was standing there with Mackenzie and a suitcase.
"I'm moving in," she said before even saying hello.
I shook my head, eyes wide.
"You said to let you know if there was anything you could do."
"Yes, but, I, I mean."
"Good. I have more stuff in the car. I'll get it later."
Huh, what had just happened?
"Jessica, what do you mean you're moving in?"
"I left home. I couldn't stand to be in the same house as Mike anymore."
I thought when couples had fights, it was the man who always left. Had I missed something?
"Don't stand there looking like a deer in headlights, Fran. I left the slime bucket. I packed some stuff and left while he was at work. Mike has no clue where I am. We had a huge blowout fight last night. He said he has always been faithful to me. He said I was lying, that I was the one who cheated. I was sick, sick."
"He has no clue where you are?"
Jessica shook her head. "No, and I want to keep it that way."