" What do you mean? " He stood right in front of her face with his anger hidden under calm expression. She was afraid. She never knew he could turn so cold and authoritative in an instant . He continued to stare down at her waiting for the answer.

" Your cat. " She replied nervously. He narrowed his eyes at her. " I saw a cat running out of your yard when I was coming in. She crossed those fences. " She lied. She couldn't talk about his wife. She knew it was her. Because she had followed him the same day he was at the store. She saw...