Never demanded access to his accounts.
Never secretly checked where he was going.
We had built a marriage where neither of us felt the need to investigate the other.
And now I was sitting in a parking lot questioning everything because of a forgotten bottle of pills.
Throughout the afternoon, I tried to think of reasonable explanations.
Perhaps he was planning a surprise.
Perhaps there was a problem at work.
Perhaps he had some private matter he wasn’t ready to discuss.
But one possibility kept returning.
Another woman.
I hated that my mind went there.
Even worse, I hated that his behavior had given me a reason to consider it.
That evening, Eliam arrived home shortly after six.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hi.”
He placed his laptop bag beside the couch and loosened his tie.
“Exhausting day.”
I watched him carefully.
“How did your morning meeting go?”
He frowned slightly.
“Which meeting?”
