I came home late, smelling like her perfume and pretending exhaustion. My wife folded laundry on the bed as if nothing had changed. Then she held up a lipstick-stained shirt and asked, “Should I wash this, or keep it as evidence?” I laughed, but.
I walked through the front door at 11:47 p.m., far later than I had promised. My button-down shirt was wrinkled from a long day, and […]