I Trailed My Husband at 3 A.M.—And Witnessed the End of My Marriage

avoiding my eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” I flipped a page in a magazine I wasn’t reading. “How was the trash?”

“The what?”

“The trash. You’ve taken it out every night this week.”

His face blanched.

“Oh. Yeah. It was fine.”

“Good.” I stood.

“I’m going to try to sleep now.”

“Lucy… is everything okay?”

I continue reading …