When Nancy discovers a hidden letter in her husband David’s laundry, her seemingly stable life unravels. The letter, written by David, invites a mysterious woman to celebrate their “seven-year anniversary.”

Laundry was just another Mom thing in our household. “I can’t do the hair in the drain,” David said, grimacing when I asked him to take over the chores. “It’s my hair. And our daughter’s,” I chuckled.

As I shuffled through my husband’s laundry, the soft crinkle of paper disrupted the mindless actions of my hands. A folded letter, elegant and unsuspecting, slipped from between the folds of his shirt, falling to the floor. “Happy anniversary, babe! These 7 years have been the best of my life! Meet me at Obélix on Wednesday night, 8 p.m. Be in red,” it read.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. “Seven years? David and I had been married for eighteen years,” I realized. “And Obélix? The fanciest restaurant in town?”

The moment my husband walked in, the air shifted. His eyes met mine, the warmth in his smile froze, replaced by a dawning realization and fear. “Separated? How original, David,” I remarked.

“I’ll begin the divorce process,” I told David, picking up my handbag. “You need to explain this to the girls; I’m not going to.” As I left, the night air felt colder. I just needed to be strong for my girls.