At my wife’s birthday party, my son suddenly pointed at her boss and shouted, “Daddy, that’s the man with the caterpillars.”

made sense.

But affairs didn’t usually end with someone crying alone in the kitchen.

There was something more going on here.

There was something more going on here.

Guilt?

Regret?

Fear?

Whatever Noah had seen, it hadn’t ended when Marcus walked out the door.

Somehow… that felt even worse.

I stared at Amber. “Why were you crying?”

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