versary dinner. Candles, his

ate client meeting. Might ru

were so c

and anesthesia surrounded me

nce, I saw it. Ethan' s dark blue sedan.

wasn't with a client.

anted the seed of suspicion. Now,

v. And their old college fr

e. I' d always felt like an outsider, the one who "stol

divorced, with h

an from his "real friends." The one who worried about his health, his

ohol clung to him, and underneath it, Liv' s perfume. It was

uch, my ankle propp

it was clumsy. "Hey, you're sti

out my day, abou

at me, a flicker of annoyance in hi

ritual. I always left

id, his voice slurred slightly.

. Utterly, compl

ght in my thr

. The man I married