Chris grumpily sat down in our bedroom after following me outside. I tried not to think about it, but the more I pretended, the more my mind continued to race with the idea that Jude had done something unthinkable. "Sophia,?" I said, smiling, and Chris called the back to his gaze. "Yeah," I said, trying not to show discomfort so he could realize something was off. He sat erect and said, "Sophia, I wanted us to talk about something important." "What? What is important? I inquired. He reached in and pulled out his phone, and I squinted when I noticed he was displaying someone else's birthday flyers to me. "What...