Chicago.” Chicago, four months ago. He’d phoned me from his hotel for seven minutes, saying he was exhausted. I’d mentioned the leftovers waiting at home and said “I love you.” He’d returned the words before sleeping with Laura. Sitting on our bed, I asked, “Was that the first time?”
“Yes.”
“And after?”
“It happened again.”
“How many times, Daniel?” I demanded. “I told you, I don’t know.” I guessed “Three?”
“Five?”
“Ten?”
“Claire, please.” Laughing through tears, I said, “You keep asking me to please stop finding out what you’ve
