Accountability did not mean pretending the injuries were equal.
We could acknowledge my crossing of her boundary without making it the cause of her months of deception.
Lauren looked toward the church.
“Ethan was angry with me afterward.”
“About the wedding?”
“About the lying.”
I nodded.
“We’re working through it.”
“Good.”
She smiled faintly.
“We started counseling.”
That surprised me.
Not because I thought their marriage was doomed.
Because they’d chosen to address the problem instead of treating the ceremony as proof it was solved.