“Are you all right?”
Sandra handed me a bottle of water once we were in her car.
For a while, we drove without talking.
Then I asked, “Did you ever think Eric treated me badly?”
She glanced at me.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Did you ever think Eric treated me badly?”
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“I did, Amy.”
“When?”
“At Ariana’s graduation dinner last spring. Remember when Eric kept interrupting you?”
I remembered.
He’d joked that I couldn’t manage anything without him.
Everyone had laughed.
“I did, Amy.”
So had I.
“You told me I was worrying over nothing,” Sandra continued.
“I remember saying that.”
“I tried talking about it again afterward. You barely called me for weeks, Amy. What else was I supposed to do?”
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“I thought I was protecting my marriage.”
“From me?”
“What else was I supposed to do?”
“From people knowing things weren’t as good as I pretended. I’ve tried to keep him happy for years, Sandra. I just don’t know where things went wrong.”
