“He told me he was separated,” Tessa said.
“Me too,” said Brooke. “He said you still lived together because you were sorting out the house.”
I closed my eyes.
He had used our marriage as the explanation for why he couldn’t fully show up for any of them. It’s complicated. We’re working things out. I’m still there for the house.
Olivia was the one who’d started pulling the thread. She’d grown suspicious — Marcus wouldn’t spend weekends with her, wouldn’t stay overnight unless he claimed to be traveling, kept her in a box she couldn’t see out of. She found a tagged photo from a charity event. Then our anniversary photos. Our vacation pictures, sitting there publicly on social media like proof.
No separation. No complicated house situation. A wife. A marriage. An ordinary Tuesday morning with coffee on the front steps.
