I had a wierd phone call today, a woman asking for H. Her reason and questions about how to get ahold of H were a bit off-kilter, and at the end of the call, she asked if I was his wife. I got as much info from her as I could and took a msg for him. Googling the area codes of the two numbers I had for her put her in the immediate area of OW2--the woman in the hotel room I actually walked into in the wee hours of a July morning.
Pretty sure it was her...her story for calling just doesn't sit right.
I feel calm. If she's been trying to reach him on his cell, he's not answering, and that's good. If he does, I guess that's his issue to deal with. And time will bring truth.
Regardless, we are where we are, and I still have a lot going for me. Bring it on, baby.
