I drove in silence, the cramped interior of the car suffocatingly quiet.Eventually, my husband, Denis Lowery, couldn't hold back any longer."Gail, it's not what you think," he explained, sounding flustered. "Barbara and I were just collaborating on a channel and shooting videos now and then."I hummed in response, saying nothing else.Denis suddenly took my hand and pulled it against his chest. "Yell at me, hit me, do whatever you want... Just talk to me, please!"I slammed on the brakes, forcing the car to a sudden halt on the shoulder. That was when my best friend, Barbara Moore, finally broke her silence from the backseat."What do you expect her to say? We're all adults here; it's obvious what happened." She met my bloodshot eyes in the rearview mirror."Since we all just stared death in the face anyway, we might as well tell the truth. Denis and I have been together for a while now."The day your dad passed away, you went back to your hometown, and we were in your bed. I
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