I picked up my phone and called her.
She picked up on the second ring.
“Cece? It’s late.”
“I think Brandon’s cheating on me.”
I heard her sit up in bed. “Tell me everything.”
I told her. The forks. The lies. The apartment. The phone.
“Honey,” Marion said, and her voice went hard. “A second phone and a studio he didn’t tell you about? Come on.”
“He said the overtime is down.”
“They always say the overtime is down. Do you know how many times I heard that before Danny left?”
“Marion.”
“I’m sorry. I’m just saying. Get a lawyer’s number. Don’t confront him until you have your ducks in a row.”
I hung up sicker than before.
I picked up my own phone and typed a message to Brandon.
My fingers were shaking.
“I found the studio listing. And the second phone. Don’t come home Sunday. Don’t come home at all.”
