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.
By the second week I used the front doors.
People needed to see that the company was still standing and that I was not hiding in my own building.
The staff did not know what to do with their faces around me.
Some offered sympathy I had not asked for.
Some avoided my eyes, which I understood.
A few, the ones who had tried to warn me in careful language a year earlier, simply did their jobs with a steadiness I respected more than flowers.
I met with department heads one at a time.