While Sierra is in mom mode, trying to get her kids off to school, she finds a sticky note on her husband’s car that makes her question where he had been the entire weekend. Wanting answers, she phones the number on the note, and slowly, secrets in her marriage unravel. It was a typical Monday morning. I was in the mom zone, trying to get the kids to school on time. That’s when a piece of pink paper changed everything. I had just put the kids into the car and was about to put their lunch bags and backpacks in with them when I saw the bright pink sticky note plastered on the trunk of my husband’s car.I paused, my heart pounding, and walked over to read it. “Sit tight,” I told the kids. “I’m coming now! I just want to see what’s on Dad’s car.”

“Okay, Mom,” Natasha shouted from the backseat. Sorry, I scratched your car last night. You shouldn’t park on the street though! -Neighbor from 283. This is my number in case you need anything!Confusion and nausea washed over me. We don’t live near a house with that number, and my husband, Thomas, always parked in our garage.“What was it?” my daughter asked when I slid into the driver’s seat. “Nothing, honey,” I said. “Just a piece of paper that got stuck on Dad’s car.” Tom had just returned from a business trip this morning, so his car should have been parked at the airport the entire weekend. My mind raced, and a sinking feeling settled in my stomach.