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.
The reply stopped a departure.
Everything after that was slower work: hearings, controls, paint on an office wall, breakfast eaten without an audience, a chair that finally felt like a tool.
If I have a last instruction for myself, it is the same one I gave the company.
Bring the wrong thing into the light early.
Do not wait for a man to kiss your forehead and bless your ignorance.
Do not wait for a photograph from an airport to tell you what you already suspected in the quiet of your own house.