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Daniel arrived at the Hawthorne Hotel with Rachel Morgan four months after we separated. We were still married on paper, though he acted as if separation had already erased that distinction. At the end of May, he had left our Worthington home carrying three suitcases, two garment bags, golf clubs, and the confidence of someone who had always relied on somebody else to keep his life organized.
He told Lily, our twenty-four-year-old daughter, that the marriage had been “dead for years.” He assured Ben, twenty-one, that we had “grown
