not understand. Months later, flowers I sent after missing an anniversary dinner were signed for and hidden before Claire ever saw them. Evelyn had learned she did not need to invent enormous betrayals when a dozen small misunderstandings could slowly poison a marriage.
A message telling Claire that I would be late never reached her, and a fundraiser she asked me to attend mysteriously disappeared from my calendar. Every incident looked meaningless by itself, which was exactly why neither of us investigated. Claire assumed my silence meant indifference, while I
