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.

Margaret called that evening to say the forensic team had finished another tranche.

“There will be more hearings,” she said.

“You do not need to attend all of them.

Your presence is not what makes the file true.”

“I know.”

“Knowing and staying home are different skills,” she said.

“Practice the second one.”

I did.