“I thought I knew my marriage.

Turns out I didn’t know what she was doing on a Tuesday afternoon.”

That was the first moment I truly looked at him.

He was in pain, embarrassed by the spectacle outside, and trying to stand straight enough to retain some dignity.

I recognized the effort.

I’d been making it myself for months.

I took photographs of the pages and wrote down the dates and account references.

I didn’t remove the originals.