Olivia
The anonymous caller didn’t send me any more ‘proof’ for the rest of the night, regardless of the way the conversation had been left. I tossed and turned in bed, the last text from our conversation floating through my mind over and over again.
“I don’t believe you,” I had texted in a frantic flurry of denial. “Unless you send me solid proof of my husband cheating, I’m just going to assume that you’re messing with me, whoever you are.”
They hadn’t responded after that.
“It has to be a hoax,” I muttered to myself. I rolled onto my back and pressed my cool palm against my hot forehead, staring up at the ceiling fan.
The full moon outside illuminated the entire room in a pale blue glow, and as I glanced out the window, the back lawn was so bright from the moon that
