I HESITATED BEFORE ringing the doorbell. The lights were on, and John’s car was in the driveway, so I knew at least he was home. I hoped that Chloe wasn’t. I needed to talk to John, but I wasn’t sure what I would say or if Chloe knew what I suspected. I wasn’t entirely sure myself what I suspected.
I steeled myself and rang the doorbell. After a minute, the door opened.
It was Chloe. My courage sagged.
She seemed both surprised and pleased to see me. “Tom, hi. What are you doing here?”
“Can I come in, Chloe?”
“Of course,” she said as she stood aside to let me in. I thanked her and walked into the hallway. She showed me into their living room.
Sitting down, I asked, “Is John here? I really came to see him.”
“He’s here, but he’s not doing too well,” Chloe said. She sat in a
