his words and started paying attention to the gaps between them.
I asked what problems he meant because Daniel had never once told me our marriage was failing. He had not told his parents, our friends, or me that we were separated, disconnected, or heading toward divorce. Somehow, our marriage existed as a problem only in the version of our life he had described to Vanessa. When I asked whether he had slept with her, his denial came just a fraction too late. By then, I realized he was not
