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.

ask to see something, you don’t tell me I’m being paranoid.”

“I won’t.” Then my voice shook as I began, “And if I discover another lie…” After taking a breath, I finished “I’m done.” His eyes filled. “Understood.”

I clarified, “You’re not coming home tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Maybe not next week either.”

“Okay.”

“I need time.”

“You can have it.” Anger flared. “Don’t say it like you’re giving it to me.” He lowered his head. “You’re right.” I almost smiled. “You’re going to have to learn some new sentences.”

“I think