We arrive safely back at my hotel room. Scott sets me down in a chair as I finally start to digest the events that have just unfolded. For me, the world seems to be falling apart. My heart is filled with melancholy; my fists are continuously clenching in frustration and anger. Yet I do not cry. It’s almost as if I physically can’t cry. The shock of the betrayal hasn’t worn off. My life, my family—nothing is going to be the same after tonight. I feel shattered beyond repair.
But then I look up, my eyes meet Scott’s, and I feel the tiny pieces of myself that were just shattered start to twitch back together. That’s when it dawns on me: he wasn’t surprised at all by Ashley’s announcement.
“You knew, didn’t you?” I ask.
“I figured it out. Once I recognized your voice, everything else made s
