That’s when I did it.
I quickly switched our soup bowls.
My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped them, but I managed to put his bowl where mine was and my bowl where his was.
Then I sat back down and tried to look normal, even though my whole body felt like it was on fire with fear.
Marcus came back a few minutes later, smiling at me like nothing was wrong.
“Sorry about that. Work never stops, you know.”
We both started eating our soup.
Marcus was talking about his day, asking about my meetings in downtown Chicago, acting like the perfect husband, but I could barely taste anything.
I kept watching his face, waiting for something to happen.
And then it did.
About twenty minutes after we finished eating, Marcus suddenly stopped talking.
He was telling me about some boring report he had to finish, and then his words just stopped.
