want to lie to her.
But I also didn’t want to turn my daughter into a confidante for every painful detail of my marriage.
“Your father crossed a boundary with someone from work,” I said. “He has told me what happened, and we’re deciding whether we can repair our relationship.”
Emma closed her eyes briefly.
“I’m sorry, Mom.”
I reached for her hand.
“This isn’t your fault.”
“I know.”
“And you don’t have to take sides.”
She looked at me.
“I don’t want to take sides. I just don’t want
