Who Could?

She can’t possibly know now, could she?

That was the main thought on Thomas's mind all through the night as he tossed and turned in the guest room. He came out of the room again to bang on their bedroom this time around, foraging the cajoling tone and soft knocking he had been using earlier.

“Rey, what is going on?” he asked with a shout, then reigned in his temper as he reduced his voice “Babe, I am not going to take the fact that you slapped me, your husband, with you, but I need you to tell me what the hell happened. What do you mean by divorce? Why would you want to divorce me?!”

He yelled the last part out of frustration when the thought reared itself in his mind again that she probably knew what he had done.

He grew silent for a moment as his eyes widened and his brain quickly calculated who could have told her. Susan couldn’t. She was in detention after all. Her phone was taken from her.