At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance

Sometimes he looked as though he wanted to say something else.

Once, outside a meeting room, he asked whether I was happy.

It was such a broad question that I nearly laughed.

“I’m sleeping,” I said.

He nodded.

“That’s good.”

“Yes.”

I could have told him that no longer listening for his car was a kind of happiness.