"I don't know who it's from, John," and she shoved the letter into his hands, crossing her arms over her chest. She'd thought in her mind all this time he'd changed, but was he still seeing other women behind her back? If he thought she never knew, she did. In the past she was just some trophy for him to hang off his arm, and she had that nasty feeling in the pit of her stomach that there was something he wasn't telling her.