than anything I could have imagined.
Chapter One: The Man Who Left Every Morning
Before that morning, I would have described my marriage as ordinary, stable, and happy enough.
Eliam and I had met when I was twenty-six. He had been charming without being arrogant, ambitious without being selfish, and thoughtful in ways that mattered.
He remembered how I liked my coffee. He called when he knew I would be driving home late. When my mother became ill several years earlier, he accompanied me to the hospital and sat beside
