He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

confused.”

“You stood beneath your father’s portrait and read her letter.”

“She wrote it because she was afraid I would lose my nerve.”

I looked at the fire.

“Did you know she copied it from yours?”

Silence.

“I had forgotten that old letter existed.”

“I hadn’t.”

His voice softened.

“We were happy once.”

“What happened to us?”

The question might have broken me continue reading …