My Late Husband Was Cheating on Me

Mrs. Shelley asked us she can smoke a cigarette while we wait, I answered watching the condensation drip down her ice coffee. My husband was cheating on me, he was one of his clients, she says, stirring her ice coffee with her straw. She gestures out the baby sleeping soundly in the bassinet by the window. The woman called his phone, demanding to know why he hadn't showed up to the hotel. Is it bad that I wasn't even upset about it? "I just pissed he'd left me alone to fend for myself with that"