When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

pushed up into her hair. This woman who had once slept on my dorm room floor after a breakup. This woman who knew my mother’s favorite song, my childhood nickname, the exact way I liked my coffee.

“You fell in love,” I repeated.

“Yes.”

“With my husband.”

She flinched.

“He told me you were unhappy.”

“And did you ask me?”

She looked down.

“He said the marriage continue reading …