How long were you going to keep that to yourself?”

“Look, a wife doesn’t want to hear that her husband is sitting in an empty truck in another township,” Sarah said, tapping the phone glass again.

“He took three days off in July and told you he was working overtime.”

“Where did he go in July?

Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“He went to Greensburg,” Sarah said.

“I saw the highway toll receipts in his visor when he let me borrow the truck to haul topsoil.”

The kitchen clock above the stove clicked every sixty seconds, as loud as a drop of water in an empty sink.