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.

Paint does not heal anything.

It does announce that the room has a new purpose.

On a Sunday I boxed the wedding photograph from the hallway.

I did not smash the frame.

I wrapped it and put it in storage.

Some objects can be removed without a ceremony.

The wall looked unfinished afterward.

Unfinished was honest.