Dr. Foster hung up the phone with a dejected look on her face. Her husband had just told her he was going to be in late that night, but from his tone she could tell he was lying. In the past few months, her husband had been lying nonstop about staying in late. Dr. Foster didn’t want to assume the worst, but she could tell he was having an affair.
“Everything all right?” Dr. Cal Lightman asked in a British tone, looking at Foster. She looked away.
“Alec is going to be in late tonight,” Foster sadly said, sitting in a chair. They were in Cal’s office, talking.
“I’m sorry,” Cal muttered, putting a hand on her arm. Foster smiled weakly at him. “Look, Foster,” he began. Cal didn’t want Foster to get hurt when she figured out Alec was cheating on her, but he didn’t want to hurt her now.
“Cal, I know Alec is cheating on me,” Dr. Foster replied, looking at Cal Lightman, who looked at the floor.