I did not think about that sentence for eleven years, and then I thought about it for about six months solidly.

Part Five: How I Actually Found Out

It was not a text message and it was not lipstick and it was not a private investigator.

It was a mileage log.

In February 2024, I was doing what I had done every February for eleven years, which was assembling the tax package for our personal return, including the substantiation for Christopher’s business mileage deduction, because he had never once in his life kept a mileage log and I had been reconstructing them from his calendar since 2014.

And there were eleven trips to Tucson.