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 knew my own hand the way a musician knows an instrument.

I did not confront him that night.

I made copies.

I slept two hours.

The next morning I called Margaret from my car before I reached the office.

That was how the last three weeks began.

Not with a cinematic speech.

With a signature that did not belong to me.