At 2:00 a.m., My Husband Thought I Was Asleep While He Emptied Our Safe to Run Off With His Mistress. Before Leaving, He Kissed Me and Whispered, “Poor Audrey. You Never Saw This Coming.” Hours Later He Sent a Photo From the Airport. I Replied With Four Words That Made Him Call Me Immediately.

I did not track his days.

Curiosity of that kind is another form of attachment.

I knew enough.

Restitution claims continued.

His professional licenses and board invitations shrank.

Chloe left the city.

Whether they ever spoke again was not information I required.

Once, in a grocery store, I thought I saw Daniel at the end of an aisle.