Where else would I be? Curtis stepped forward slightly, trying to look intimidating in his designer suit. We're not looking for trouble. Good, neither am I. But trouble, as it turned out, was looking for us.
A small crowd had gathered around us, parents and teachers who recognized the players in the town's most entertaining drama. I could see phones being pulled out, cameras being activated. This is inappropriate, Amber hissed. This is Tessa's night. You're right, I said loudly enough for everyone to hear.
This is Tessa's night. So maybe you should explain to everyone why you missed her last three school events because you were too busy screwing your boyfriend. The crowd went dead silent. Even the kids stopped running around, sensing that the adults were about to do something interesting. That's not fair, Amber protested.
Fair? I laughed, a sound with no humor in it. You want to talk about fair? Let's talk about fair. I pulled out my phone and opened the folder of documents Ray had given me.
Let's talk about how fair it is that Curtis here has been lying to you about being separated from his wife. Let's talk about how fair it is that he's been seeing two other women while he's been seeing you. Curtis's face went white. You don't know what you're talking about. Really?
Because I have photos, bank records, hotel receipts. I held up my phone so the crowd could see the screen. Should I share them with everyone? Make it a real family event? You fool, Amber whispered.
No, Amber. I'm the husband you cheated on. There's a difference. The crowd was pressing closer now, sensing that they were witnessing something that would be talked about for years. I could see teachers trying to push through, probably to break up whatever was about to happen.
Curtis grabbed Amber's arm. We're leaving. Good idea, I called after them. Give my regards to Mrs. Brennan, the real Mrs.