My husband sent another woman a huge bouquet of white roses and pink peonies with a card signed “Love, Daniel,” and by one careless mistake, those flowers arrived at our house instead.

husband sending her love notes, but you’re worried I might make her uncomfortable?” He demanded, “Stop.” I answered, “No.” Daniel’s voice rose for the first time. “I said stop.” Neither of us moved. He had never been someone I feared, and I wasn’t afraid now. But I understood that protecting Laura had become his instinct, even while I stood in front of him trying to understand the truth. He protected her from me.

I took his car keys and held them out. He frowned. “What are you doing?”

“You’re leaving.”