The First Red Flags Didn’t Look Like “Affair”
Lena was… polished.
Flawless hair. Perfect makeup. A smile that stayed on her face a little too long.
She looked more like she was heading to a date than to a caregiving shift.
Sharon became quieter around her.
Not rude. Not dramatic.
Just guarded—like someone measuring every word.
I asked Sharon how it was going.
She paused and said, carefully: “She’s… attentive.”
Then, almost like she regretted speaking, she added: “Especially to your husband.”
I laughed it off.
