My Husband Went on a Business Trip — But I Found His Car Parked Outside a Motel

“Nooo,” he whined, kicking his legs.

I glanced at the road ahead, then at the neon motel sign blinking just up the highway. It wasn’t the best place to stop, but it was the closest.

I pulled into the parking lot, unbuckling my son and carrying him inside. As I stepped out of the car, I barely glanced at the row of vehicles parked outside the rooms. But then…

I saw it.

Scott’s car.

At first, my brain refused to process it. I blinked, staring at the license plate, at the familiar bumper sticker he had refused to take off for years.

It was his.

That’s impossible, I thought. He’s on his business trip. How can he be here?

Earlier that morning, Scott had left with a suitcase in his hand, promising to call when he landed. But now, his car was parked outside a motel.

I knew this didn’t make sense, but I tried to tell myself this must be some kind of mistake.

“Mommy, hurry!” my son tugged at my sleeve, interrupting my thoughts.

I immediately took him inside and headed for the bathroom.

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