together.
I looked at Daniel.
— How long?
He closed the door.
— Laura…
— How long?
Emily looked away.
Daniel swallowed.
— Eight months.
Eight months.
Seventeen years of marriage, reduced to eight months of lies.
I felt strangely calm.
— Does she know you’re married?Emily answered before Daniel could.
— Yes.
I turned toward her.
— And that didn’t bother you?
Her face tightened.
— He told me the marriage was already over.
I looked back at Daniel.
He said nothing.
That silence answered everything.
— Was it?
— Laura, things between us haven’t been good for a long time.
— That’s funny. You never mentioned that while eating the dinners I cooked. Or sleeping beside me. Or telling me you loved me every morning.
— I didn’t know how to tell you.
— So you decided lying was easier.
Daniel rubbed his face.
— I was going to tell you when I got home.
Emily suddenly glanced at him.
Something
