“Being distant isn’t the same as living separately.”
He sighed.
“I felt like we were emotionally separated.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Emotionally separated?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then tell me what you meant.”
He looked away.
I shook my head.
“Daniel, you came home every night. We ate dinner together. We made plans to renovate the bedroom. We went grocery shopping last Sunday.”
He said nothing.
“You can’t decide we’ve been separated for a year when you need an explanation for another woman.”
Laura moved farther away from him.
“How long have you been seeing him?” I asked.
She looked uncomfortable.
“Four months.”
Four months.
The number landed heavily.
I thought about the evenings Daniel claimed he had to work late.
The weekends he suddenly needed to help coworkers.
The unfamiliar restaurant smells on his clothes.
The new passcode on his phone.
