A sound escaped my throat.
I barely recognized it as my own.
Mark began crying.
“I can’t bear the thought of looking at you and not knowing who you are.”
He wiped his eyes.
“So I’m trying to prepare while I still can. I’ve put everything in this folder.”
He gave a small, heartbroken smile.
“I want you to hear this from me, in my own voice, while I can still tell you.”
Then he whispered,
“I love you, Lee. I’ve loved you since the day you laughed at my terrible drawing of a hinge.”
He swallowed.
“And whatever happens, I need you to remember that.”
The video ended.
I sat frozen in his office.
For two days, I’d believed my husband was betraying me.
I’d imagined him slipping a wedding ring onto another woman’s hand.
I’d pictured him taking someone else into our honeymoon suite.
