After An Affair, We Lived As Strangers For Eighteen Years—Until One Doctor’s Visit

journal he was reading.

“Just a lot to do at school. End of term grading,” I lied smoothly, avoiding his gaze as I hurried into the bedroom to scrub the scent of excitement and guilt off my skin with lavender soap.

He didn’t press the issue. He just sat there in the silent blue glow of the television, watching financial news with the volume barely audible.continue reading …