The affair might have lasted a month, a year, or ended without my knowing. Perhaps I’d still be excusing the distance at dinner. I’ll never know.
That wrong address restored choices secrecy had stolen: to learn the truth, demand honesty, decide whether to stay, and know Laura’s existence didn’t diminish my worth. Daniel thought concealing the affair protected the marriage. It protected only him. Truth gave me the freedom to choose.
A year after those flowers arrived, Daniel and I sat at our table beneath the white roses I’d bought
