FOR THREE MONTHS, I SMELLED SOMETHING ROTTING BESIDE MY HUSBAND—BUT HE SWORE NOTHING WAS THERE

it,” he said. Not a question.

I nodded.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then he lowered his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “For not telling you.”

I walked closer. Placed the letter on the table in front of him.

“I read everything.”

He looked up. There was fear in his eyes. Real fear.

“Are you angry?” he asked.

I thought about it. About the nights. continue reading …