It began in that garden, with him unable to meet my eyes.

It is, in a way, the work I am still doing now, at that podium, in this fund, in every word of this account: taking the shame off my husband, and putting the truth in its place.

Chapter 16 — One More Normal Year

“You weren’t supposed to find out like this,” he said to the ground, and his voice was thick and unsteady, the tears he had held back for six months finally rising in it.

“You weren’t supposed to find out at all.