Bill Nye Wants Custody of Your Kids

Suspicion

I knew why Bill had come home late, or at least I had a hunch, and I knew he thought I was some stupid, oblivious idiot. But I was not. Just to make sure I was right before I did what should have a long time ago, I followed Bill to "work."

He thought he was so smart, knew everything, but boy was he about to be sHoOk.

The night before when Bill came back to my house late, yes; I purposely did not use the word "home," it wasn't his home anymore, he slept in the guest bedroom while I slept in the master. It felt quite lonely and cold without him but I would get used to it, I had to...for Molly and I's own good. He had woken up at four in the morning to get his clothes and "sneak" out, trying not to wake me, I suppose. I don't understand that, why bother care about waking me?

I got dressed after I heard the door creak shut downstairs, tiptoeing to not wake Molly. I slipped out of the house in the chilly morning after making breakfast for Molly, not knowing how long I would be out or how soon Molly would wake...she had always been an early bird.

My best friend, Susan, picked me up in her new car (Bill already knew about her old one, though I didn't know how since he hardly talked to her) and we followed Bill.

"Why are we doing this again?" asked Susan suspiciously.

"I would like to try and prove something, so I don't make a mistake," I replied.

"Prove what? What mistake?" she questioned.

I thought about this, though I already knew what I had to prove, and decided to be vague. I couldn't trust anyone with this yet, especially her since she had been acting weird lately.

"Something, I'll tell you later...when I'm sure I'm right," I said.