built on a lie.
But something stopped me.
Perhaps it was fear.
Perhaps it was the realization that if I confronted him without knowing anything more, he could invent another explanation. And if he had already spent an entire week deceiving me, I couldn’t assume that one difficult conversation would suddenly make him honest.
So I put the medication in my handbag, placed the untouched coffee in the cup holder, and drove to work.
I had no idea that the next twenty-four hours would reveal a secret far more complicated
