accompanied her to appointments and helped her organize the paperwork she had already collected.”
“Why couldn’t you tell me any of this?”
“Because I promised I wouldn’t.”
I stood up.
“Then you should have told her that you couldn’t make that promise without lying to your wife.”
He looked at me, and for once he didn’t argue.
I went upstairs and closed the bedroom door.
I wasn’t ready to forgive him.
But I wasn’t ready to believe that my husband was having an affair with my sister, either.
The truth
