would protect our relationship from future misunderstandings.
I couldn’t promise that everything would return to exactly the way it had been before.
Perhaps that was the wrong goal anyway.
The marriage we had before that morning had contained a weakness neither of us had fully recognized. Eliam believed that he could solve a problem by keeping it secret. I believed that our shared history meant I would never have to question his honesty.
Both assumptions had been challenged.
Now we had to build something stronger.
Something more deliberate.
Something based
