My Husband Left Our Family Vacation to Spend Three Days With the Guys—When He Finally Called, He Was Begging Me to Forgive Him

Wi-Fi. Cynthia wanted to know where her bed was.

In our room, Mark flopped onto the king mattress with his shoes still on and sighed as if he’d just finished a marathon.

“God, I needed this.”

I unpacked. Of course I did.

“God, I needed this.”

That night, after the kids were asleep in the pull out, I sat on the edge of the bed with my binder in my lap. I’d continue reading …