Carlos parked in the driveway of their home. The lights in the living room were on. Sharon was home after all. This thing about fraud was crazy. Why hadn't she said anything to me? He thought.
He exited the vehicle, locked and armed it, and entered through the front door. It was unlocked. He smelt the aroma of food being prepared. It smelt like stewed beef, his favorite, but this was something Sharon only cooked on weekends. Now he wondered how serious this situation was.
He began thinking:
What should I do? Should I just come out and confront her about what I heard? Paul has probably called her to let her know that I know now?
Maybe I should pretend like I don't know anything and see what she will do? Yeah, that's what I'll do. He thought. Let's see if she'll say anything to me.
