I called her.
We talked for nearly two hours.
Mostly about Mike.
A little about Robert.
Nothing about the state of my marriage.
That’s between Robert and me.
Ariella and I are meeting for coffee next week.
Robert isn’t coming. He knows.
For 40 years, I thought our honeymoon hotel represented the beginning of our life together.
Now it represents something else too.
A place where my husband tried to keep two parts of his family from touching.
I don’t know yet what happens to our marriage.
Forty years doesn’t disappear because of one terrible decision.
But 40 years doesn’t erase that decision either.
The strangest part is that I spent one awful night believing some young woman had stolen part of my husband from me.
She hadn’t.
She didn’t even know she was a secret.
That mistake belongs entirely to Robert.
Ariella was only looking for family.
