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can’t be serious.”
    “It’s been two weeks,” she said, though she hadn’t given it much thought before now. It wasn’t like him to let things go this long.
    “It’s cold.”
    She put her lips to his ear and whispered, “It’s warm in my mouth.”
    Contrary to his body’s reaction, he said, “I’m kind of tired.”
    She pressed her body closer. “You don’t seem tired to me.”
    “It’s gonna start raining any minute now.”
    The sky was overcast, but Sara knew from the news that rain was a good three hours away. “Come on,” she said, leaning in to kiss him. She stopped when he seemed to hesitate. “What’s wrong?”
    He took a step back and looked out at the lake. “I told you I’m tired.”
    “You’re never tired,” she said. “Not tired like that.”
    He indicated the lake with a toss of his hand. “It’s freezing cold out here.”
    “It’s not that cold,” she said, feeling suspicion trace a line of dread down her spine. After fifteen years, she knew all of Jeffrey’s signs. He picked at his thumbnail when he felt guilty and pulled at his right eyebrow when there was something about a case he was trying to puzzle out. When he’d had a particularly hard day, he tended to slump his shoulders and speak in a monotone until she found a way to help him talk it out. The set he had to his mouth now meant there was something he had to tell her but either did not want to or did not know how.
    She crossed her arms, asking, “What’s going on?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Nothing?” she repeated, staring at Jeffrey as if she could will the truth out of him. His lips were set in that same firm line and he had his hands clasped in front of him, his right thumb tracing the cuticle of the left. She was getting the distinct feeling that they had been down this road before, and the knowledge of what was happening hit her like a sledgehammer to the gut. “Oh, Christ,” she breathed, suddenly understanding. “Oh, God,” she said, putting her hand to her stomach, trying to calm the sickness that wanted to come.
    “What?”
    She walked back down the path, feeling stupid and angry with herself at the same time. She was dizzy from it, her mind reeling.
    “Sara-” He put his hand on her arm but she jerked away. He jogged ahead a few steps, blocking her way so she had to look at him. “What’s wrong?”
    “Who is it?”
    “Who’s what?”
    “Who is she ?” Sara clarified. “Who is it, Jeffrey? Is it the same one as last time?” She was clenching her teeth so tight that her jaw ached. It all made sense: the distracted look on his face, the defensiveness, the distance between them. He had made excuses every night this week for not staying at her house: packing boxes, working late at the station, needing to finish that damn kitchen that had taken almost a decade to renovate. Every time she let him in, every time she let her guard down and felt comfortable, he found a way to push her away.
    Sara came straight out with it. “Who are you screwing this time?”
    He took a step back, confusion crossing his face. “You don’t think…”
    She felt tears well into her eyes and covered her face with her hands to hide them. He would think she was hurt when the fact was she was angry enough to rip out his throat with her bare hands. “God,” she whispered. “I’m so stupid.”
    “How could you think that?” he demanded, as if he had been wronged.
    She dropped her hands, not caring what he saw. “Do me a favor, okay? Don’t lie to me this time. Don’t you dare lie to me.”
    “I’m not lying to you about anything,” he insisted, sounding just as livid as she felt. She would find his outraged tone more persuasive if he hadn’t used it on her the first time.
    “Sara-”
    “Just get away from me,” she said, walking back toward the lake. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe how stupid I am.”
    “I’m not cheating on you,” he said, following her. “Listen to me, okay?” He got in