Then one afternoon, everything changed.
I was folding laundry when my phone rang.
The caller ID showed Daniella's name. She and I had been friends for years, ever since our children attended the same elementary school. She worked at a large hotel restaurant in the city.
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When I answered, her voice sounded strange.
"Jenna, are you busy?"
"No, what's wrong?"
There was a pause on the line.
"I think I just saw your daughter-in-law," she said carefully. "She's here in the restaurant... with a man who definitely isn't your son."
My heart sank.
For a moment, I could not even speak.
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"What do you mean?" I finally whispered.
"They're sitting together at a corner table," Daniella explained. "They're holding hands."
I sat down slowly on the edge of the bed.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
"Are you sure it's her?" I asked.
"I'm positive."
I closed my eyes.
