I laughed.
So did Eliam.
But there were tears in all our eyes.
Later, as we prepared to leave, Frank looked toward my husband.
“You know what most people do when I struggle over a word?”
I shook my head.
“They tell me what it says.”
He nodded toward Eliam.
“Your husband was the first person patient enough to let me work it out myself.”
I looked at Eliam.
For the first time since discovering his secret, I felt something other than fear or frustration.
I felt proud of the man I’d married.
But that didn’t erase the fact that he’d lied.
On the drive home, Eliam brought it up himself.
“I owe you a proper apology.”
I turned toward him.
“I should’ve told you I was on vacation and helping someone who needed privacy. That would’ve been enough.”
“Yes,” I said.
“I was worried you’d ask more questions.”