Karen holding Aaron's hand while crossing the street. Then another. The two of them kissing outside the steakhouse. Her breathing became uneven. Frank.
I laid down one more picture. The hotel surveillance image. Karen and Aaron stepping into the elevator together just after midnight. She stared at it for several seconds before whispering, I can explain. Go ahead.
It it wasn't what it looks like. I almost smiled. It looks like you're walking into another man's hotel room. She swallowed hard. I had too much to drink.
I reached into the folder again. This was breakfast the next morning. I slid over another photo showing them leaving the hotel together. And this was dinner that night. Another picture.
And this was the jewelry store. A receipt landed beside it. Karen covered her mouth. Tears filled her eyes. I made a mistake.
I finally spoke. No. She looked up. A mistake is taking the wrong exit on the highway. This was a series of decisions.
Without another word, I placed the divorce papers in front of her. They've already been filed. For the first time since she'd walked into the house, Karen looked genuinely afraid. She stared at the divorce papers like they weren't real. "No. " She whispered.
"You didn't file. " "I did. " "You would have talked to me first. " "I am talking to you. " She pushed the papers away. "Frank, please. Just listen. " "I've listened all week. " She shook her head, tears running down her face. "It was the alcohol. Everyone was drinking.
I wasn't thinking. " I folded my arms. "Don't blame alcohol for something you chose to do. " She opened her mouth but couldn't answer. "It only happened once. " She said. I slid another photograph across the table. It showed her and Aaron having dinner the following evening.
"You went back. " Her shoulders dropped. "I don't know why I did. " "You knew exactly why. " She tried again. "I felt caught up in everything. Jessica wanted everyone to have fun. It just happened. " "No. " I said firmly.
"Jessica didn't walk into that hotel room. " "You did. " She buried her face in her hands before looking back at me. "I'll do whatever you want. " I said nothing. "I'll cut off everyone who was on that trip. " Silence. "I'll go to counseling. " I looked her straight in the eyes. "None of those ideas crossed your mind before Vegas. " She stood up and grabbed my arm.