Truth in real life often appears as dozens of small pieces that only become obvious when arranged together.

Evelyn had spent three years building that arrangement because nobody else had.

PART 12 — I MOVE INTO THE GUEST ROOM

I stopped sleeping in our bedroom.

Evelyn never asked me to.

I decided to move into the office suite.

When she noticed, she frowned.

“Why?”

“Because you flinched when I touched you.”

“That wasn’t because of you.”