The following week went by pretty much the same compared to the previous one. Both Lindsey and Stevie were still receiving something, mostly pictures and notes, but neither of them reacted to everything as strongly. They returned back to normal. They reckoned that if whoever was stalking them meant what they were doing, they would have been asked money or something like that already, but they didn't get anything besides the pictures, so maybe after all the whole thing wasn't as serious as they had initially thought.
The band had a few days off, as promised Lindsey boarded a plane to see how things were going back home. But he didn't go alone, Stevie spent the whole flight curled up next to him. He was surprised she agreed to come along, she usually hated when he went home during the tour, but since their last serious talk, she didn't want to let go of him for one second. She'd stay at a hotel, she said, but she was going with him.
When the plane landed, a car was already waiting for Stevie. She looked at it then at Lindsey and lowered her eyes. He smiled sadly and put his arm around her shoulders. "Only one day." He whispered into her hair and she gave a small nod. "Love you." They weren't going to kiss in public or share an intimate mebrace, so she simply locked their eyes for another brief moment and got into the car.
Lindsey was mentally preparing himself to meet with Kristen. When did seeing his wife became so unbearable? But it had and he did feel bad about it. It wasn't her fault she fell in love with someone who belong to another woman. Before opening the door, he went through the motions in his head, go in, give her a kiss, ask how she's doing and run to the studio... He took a deep breath and twisted the door knob.
"What the..." He frowned, seeing the hallway full of packed suitcases. "Kristen!" He checked and she wasn't anywhere to be found downstairs. "Kristen!" He yelled again, on his way to their bedroom. He flung the door open and saw her watching TV in bed as if things were perfectly fine.
"Why are you home?"
"Really? That's what you have to say to me?"
"I wasn't expecting you. I know we agreed you'd come visit occasionally, but with the recent events, I had lost hope."
"What are you talking about? Those suitcases downstairs? What's that about?"
"Your clothes are packed in them. You're lucky I didn't throw them out!"
"Why would that be necessary?"
"I don't want to fight, Lindsey. Why don't you just take your things and go to your whore."
"Don't insult Stevie. I think you've lost that right."
"But she is with you, isn't she?"
"I don't know where Stevie is and I don't care."
Kristen took a white envelope from the nightstand, it looked a lot like the ones Lindsey and Stevie had been receiving. She tossed it his way. "Yes you do know and yes you care." Lindsey tore the envelope open and saw another set of pictures, from the airport just an hours or so ago. "Aren't you tired of lying yet? I know everything, I know that you're still fucking her. I was a fool to think you'd stop. I didn't expect you to do it for me, but at least for our kids."
"Okay, yes, she's in LA, but this proves nothing. We simply hugged goodbye."
"Cut the crap! I can show you more if you want! I have seen everything, her dragging you into her room, you two kissing, holding hands, you touching her the way you shouldn't, those looks you give each other. Everything, Lindsey! I've seen all those pictures."
"How? Where did you get them from?"
"It was me."
"What do you mean, it was you?" He was getting more confused by the second.
