Then I gave him the question that had been absent from every conversation: “The question is whether I choose this marriage.”
Daniel stood motionless. I hadn’t expected those words either. He’d chosen secrecy, Laura, and the versions of truth he revealed, but betrayal couldn’t take my choices forever. Whether to continue the marriage was mine to decide.
I laid out what trying again would require. “I want couples counseling,” I began. “Okay.”
“Separate therapy too.”
“Yes.”
“Full honesty.”
“Yes.”
“If I ask where you were, you answer.”
“Yes.”
“If I
