And I cried because, under all of it, under the shock and the grief and the fear, there was something else.
He wanted to marry me again.
I thought that was the worst of it.
I thought nothing could be worse than finding that video.
I was wrong.
The worst part came an hour later.
I’d made myself get up. I’d washed my face. I’d closed the laptop and put it exactly back where it was. I’d gone downstairs and sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee I wasn’t drinking, trying to figure out what to do.
Should I tell him I knew? Should I pretend I didn’t, and let him have his surprise? Should I call his doctor? Should I call Sophie?
Should I call Sophie.
Oh God. Sophie.
I was sitting there with my head in my hands when my phone rang.
