Nancy looked at Sean.
Sean looked at Alex.
It was the first time all evening that nobody seemed to know what to say.
Then the doorbell rang.
Everyone turned toward the entrance.
Sean frowned.
“Are we expecting someone?”
I stood up.
“Yes.”
I walked to the front door.
My hand rested on the handle for a moment.
I thought about the last eighteen years, the trust I had given Sean, and the friendship I had shared with Nancy.
I thought about how easily all of us had treated the future of two marriages as though it were a game.
Then I opened the door.
A woman stood on the porch.
She was in her early forties, wearing a dark blue coat and holding a thick envelope.
Her expression was serious.
Behind her stood a man I recognized immediately.
He was someone Sean had told me he hadn’t spoken to in years.
