A Wool Sweater Showed Me His Affair
I, Darlene Cooley, have an ability.
Whenever I touch an object, I can see the scenes it has experienced over the past day.
I've been married for five years. Every time I help my husband, Bernard Hoffman, tidy up his suits or organize his briefcase, what I see are conference rooms, whiteboards, and workstations.
Once in a while, I appear in those scenes. He'll be secretly reading my messages under his desk, the corners of his mouth lifting unconsciously.
Bernard is so gentle that it feels almost unreal.
In winter, he places my slippers by the heater to warm them up. No matter how busy his business trips are, he video calls me right on time.
When I casually mention I feel like eating car