At midnight, Mark texted me.
Working late. Don’t wait up.
Daniel read it.
“Answer him.”
“What do I say?”
“Say okay.”
So I did.
Mark came home after one.
Daniel had already left.
I was in bed pretending to sleep.
Mark showered before getting under the covers.
That detail stayed with me.
He was careful enough to wash another woman off before lying beside me.
Then he kissed my shoulder. “Love you.”
I kept my eyes closed.
The next morning, I called a divorce attorney.
Daniel called one too.
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