“Why the hell would I go on vacation to Paris without you? That too on your birthday after seeing you with some shitface.”
I wore my bathrobe and went through Robbie’s travel kit. He always carried my skin care and personal hygiene products with him.
His eyes were penetrating my soul. I ignored him.
I shrugged.
His hold on my elbows was tight. He forcefully turned me towards him.
“Stop lying to me. I told you I do not want to hear about it.” I tried to shake him off.
“I am not lying. I went to Paris like I told you, for conference. I was back on Saturday night and on Sunday I watched you being chummy with that boy.”
I wanted to believe him so bad but I could not.
Mom said he left to Paris on Saturday with Janice. Maybe Janice went to Paris alone and Robbie told mom that he was in Paris; so mom just assumed that they went together?
But should I dare to hope?
“What can I do to make my baby believe?” He whispered to me.