My Husband Said He Was in Miami Until One Question Exposed the Truth

to something he expected to find unchanged.

God, I missed you, he said.

I smiled back and asked how Miami had been.

Busy, he said immediately, stepping onto the familiar stones of the story. Brutal, actually. Back-to-back presentations. Client dinners every night. I barely slept.

I stirred the pasta once and asked whether the hotel had at least been decent.continue reading …