to comfort her. That instinct was deeply rooted in years of shared childhood memories, family holidays, and late-night conversations.
But I couldn’t pretend that nothing had happened.
“You put me in an impossible position,” I said. “You made my husband lie to me, and you let me spend days wondering whether he was having an affair.”
“I never wanted that.”
“Wanting something doesn’t erase what you did.”
She nodded again.
Then she reached into her handbag and took out a folded piece of paper.
“I brought this because I thought
