returning from our honeymoon three years earlier, Aaron wrapping his arms around me in that room and saying the house finally felt like home. When had I stopped belonging to it? Perhaps emptiness began when people ceased to see each other, long before anyone moved out. I switched off the bedroom light, descended the stairs, and glanced one last time at the long marble foyer I’d decorated to suit his taste. This time, I didn’t care whether he’d approve of what I chose.
Chapter 3: DISCLOSURE
The following day I
