I married my high school sweetheart – but on our first anniversary, I overheard a phone call that left me gasping.

smile.

So I made a different decision.

I wiped my face with the hem of my dress. I walked back to the kitchen on legs that didn’t feel like mine.

I picked up the wine bottle and poured two perfect glasses.

I practiced my smile in the reflection of the microwave door. The same dumb one I’d worn for 15 years.

When Aaron came out of the bedroom, he went into continue reading …