you thought you had.” I remembered it.
Yet even that comforting distinction was incomplete. Daniel wasn’t only the husband who’d cheated; he was also the man who’d sat beside me when my mother died. Both facts were true. Betrayal didn’t erase the good memories. It left them intact while altering their meaning, which made the pain harder to simplify.
On Sunday Daniel texted that he’d ended the affair Friday, told Henderson to remove him from Laura’s account without explaining why, and booked therapy for Tuesday. He asked for nothing, only
