uploaded to the cloud.

By the next morning, Richard had rewritten reality.

“You slipped,” he told me over coffee, sliding a cup across the kitchen island.

“Everyone saw you drinking.”

“I had half a glass.”

“You’re emotional.”

“I laughed.”

“At Daniel’s joke,” he snapped. “At my expense.”

Behind him, sunlight poured across our perfectly manicured garden — the continue reading …