I waited until she was gone.

Then I placed it on the table and made tea.

The envelope contained three pages in Connor’s handwriting, a rare sight in an era when he conducted most of his life through brief messages.

He described how the affair had begun, the lies he had told Bridgett about our marriage, and his embarrassment when I was appointed CEO.

He admitted that he had encouraged her feeling of being untouchable because it made him feel important.

He did not blame our arguments or my work.