He placed it on the table.
Then another.
“That one was two months before.”
Another.
“The week before.”
My mother covered her mouth.
I stared at the photographs.
Different places.
Different days.
Same two people.
Sasha and Callan.
Callan finally spoke.
“I was going to tell her.”
Bram looked at him.
“You’ve been saying that for nine years?”
Silence.
Bram’s voice remained strangely calm.
“You know what I kept asking myself?”
Nobody answered.
“Why?”
He looked at Sasha.“Why would you marry me if you loved him?”
Sasha’s eyes filled with tears.
“Because I loved you too.”
Bram stared at her.
“You don’t get to say that.”
“I did.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did.”
“No.”
His voice finally cracked.
“You loved what I gave you.”
Sasha wiped her face.
“That isn’t fair.”
“Fair?”
He laughed bitterly.
“You kissed my wife’s husband in front of me.”
