In October, My Husband Left a Manila Envelope on Our Kitchen Table and Walked Out Into the Rain

“He lied to Pastor Thomas,” I said.

“He lied to Patty.”

Sophie twisted her silver class ring around her thumb, spinning the band twice.

“You’re turning Dad into a villain because you can’t accept that two adults just stopped loving each other.”

“Sophie, look at these dates,” I said, reaching for the yellow pad.

“I’m not doing this,” Sophie said.

She grabbed her car keys back off the counter.

“Dad was quiet and polite, and you’re acting like a private investigator.”