I Drove My Friend’s Mom Home… Then She Leaned In, “Take Me Somewhere Quiet.” I Never Regretted It

I turned toward her.

“What?”

“He didn’t leave

the house.”

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Her voice shook.

“He left the marriage.”

I had known Michael Mercer for years. He was reserved, successful, polished. I had always assumed he and Karen were one of those couples who had figured adulthood out while the rest of us were still improvising.

Apparently, I had been wrong.

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“What happened?”

Karen laughed bitterly.

“He told me he hasn’t loved me for years.”

I felt anger before I had any right to.

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“He said that?”

“Twenty-two years, Alex.”

She stared down at her hands.

“Twenty-two years of birthdays, mortgages, school concerts, Christmas cards, vacations, surgeries, funerals, arguments about paint colors and whose turn it was to buy milk.”

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She swallowed.

“And he sat across from me this morning drinking coffee and told me the last eight of those years had been an act.”

I didn’t know what to say.Anything

I came up with sounded useless.

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So I

just listened.

Karen drew in a shaky breath.

“He said he stayed because Daniel was still at home. Then because his mother got sick. Then because selling the house would be complicated.”

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“That’s cold.”

“No.”

She gave me a strange smile.

“The cold part came later.”

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I waited.

“There’s someone else.”

My jaw tightened.

“How long?”

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“He says six months.”

“You believe him?”

“No.”

The answer came immediately.

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That told me everything.

Karen wiped beneath one eye.

“I found hotel charges from two years ago.”

“Jesus.”

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“He said they were business trips.”

“And they weren’t.”

“I don’t know yet.”

Her voice broke on the last word.

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Then she looked at me.

“That’s the worst part. I don’t know anything anymore.”

I stared through the rain-covered windshield.

I wanted to tell her Michael was an idiot.I wanted to tell her

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she deserved better.