A man hiding a whole second life wouldn’t plan a thirty-day romantic vacation with his first wife.

He wouldn’t spend tens of thousands of dollars just to walk on a beach with me.

He wanted to focus on our marriage.

He wanted to close the distance between us.

I stacked the brochures neatly on my nightstand.

The heavy knot that had been sitting in my chest all afternoon finally loosened.

I reached over and turned off the reading lamp.

The room dropped into complete darkness except for the faint moonlight coming through the blinds.