That’s between Robert and me.
Ariella and I are meeting for coffee next week.
Robert isn’t coming. He knows.
For 40 years, I thought our honeymoon hotel represented the beginning of our life together.
Now it represents something else too.
A place where my husband tried to keep two parts of his family from touching.
I don’t know yet what will happen to our marriage.
Forty years doesn’t disappear because of one terrible decision.
But 40 years doesn’t erase that decision either.
The strangest part is that I spent one awful night believing some young woman had stolen part of my husband from me.
She hadn’t. She didn’t even know she was a secret.
That mistake belongs entirely to Robert.
Ariella was only looking for family.
And whatever happens between my husband and me, I refuse to make her lose another one.
Robert feared that telling his wife about Ariella would change their marriage. Did that fear justify waiting, or did the delay create the very damage he was trying to avoid?
