Sometimes I open it and look at our smiling faces for a long time.
In this photo, I’m still the woman who believes that the person next to her is the surest friend she’s ever had.
And Susan already knows that in just a few hours my whole life will change.
Sometimes people ask me if I can ever forgive her.
I still don’t know the answer.
Because betrayal is not only to know that your best friend had an affair with your husband.
For me the most painful was another.
Twelve years, every day, they both had the opportunity to tell me the truth.
And twelve years, every day, they both chose silence.
