it openly, with clear boundaries.”
“I understand.”
I studied his face.
For the first time since the receptionist had spoken those terrible words, I felt that we were finally discussing the real issue.
Not an imagined affair.
Not a mysterious building.
Not the question of whether my sister had betrayed me in some romantic way.
The issue was trust.
And trust, I was beginning to understand, could be damaged even when nobody had been unfaithful.
Chapter Eight: The Truth About Those Five Days
Over the following week, Eliam and I
