Ugh. Jenny knew it was irrational to be mad at Abby. It was her husband’s strange fantasy, after all, and had nothing to do with her best friend. But Jenny couldn’t unsee or unhear what she’d walked in on: Ken online in a private chat room, telling a pajama-clad young woman how all he needed was “to be held.” Had he called her Abby? Jenny had stood behind him for several seconds before clearing her throat to alert him of her presence.
Omg?
