It steals a piece of your life you didn’t know was being taken, and hands you the bill all at once, years later, in a glass room full of strangers.

What I didn’t know — what I wouldn’t understand for another hour — was that the answer had been sitting inside my own phone the entire time.

Six calls I had never seen.

Three voicemails that were no longer there.

And one last message from Rosalie that was going to take everything I believed about the end of my marriage and turn it inside out.

Chapter 4 — Why Are You Calling Me