The affair had ended months earlier. The woman had moved to another state. I could have carried that secret forever, protecting myself and sparing Sarah the pain. But every time she smiled at me, every time she reached for my hand, guilt clawed at my insides. I was living a lie. So one evening, as the sun sank over our back porch, I told her everything.
I expected fury. I expected shattered plates, slammed doors, maybe even violence. What I got was worse.Continue reading…
