“One of them,” Soledad says, her words soft, but laced with a bit of steel I’m not used to from her. “Things change, right?” A long look passes between husband and wife, and they are definitely holding a silent conversation the rest of us aren’t privy to. Hendrix kicks me under the table. I grunt and shoot her a glare.
Mhm something happened. Wonder if she learned something about dear ol' always working hubby. Wonder if he's cheating?
