“I’m exhausted,” he announced.
I looked up.
“Long day?”
“You have no idea.”
He walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of water.
I watched him carefully.
His movements were familiar. His voice sounded normal. He looked exactly like the husband who had left our house that morning.
“How was the office?” I asked.
He glanced at me.
“Terrible. Meetings all day. I barely had time to eat.”
The lie came so easily that I almost admired the confidence it required.
I waited for him
