He took the easier story because it let him keep his comfortable life and shed the wife who complicated it, and he dressed that cowardice up as heartbreak, and I think he half believed it himself.

I was escorted off the property that afternoon by a man from the estate’s security detail, carrying one suitcase, and I did not yet know that I was three weeks pregnant, or that I was carrying twins, or that this was only the beginning of what that lie would cost all of us for a decade.

Chapter 3 — The One Who Wrote Back

Everyone in that family let me go without a word.