“The crash was real. The storm was real. I didn’t cause it, Carly. I didn’t touch his car, I didn’t run him off the road—”
“But you were there,” I said. “You chased him. And then you stood in my home and you let me believe it was nothing more than a slippery road and my husband’s single moment of poor judgment. You let me live with that for five years.continue reading …
