“That person was living there long before you ever met Daniel.”
I stared at her, unable to speak.
Until that morning, I’d believed the secrets surrounding my husband must have begun sometime during our marriage.
But now I was beginning to understand something far more disturbing.
Whatever Daniel had been hiding hadn’t started after our wedding.
It had begun years before I walked down the aisle.
And somehow, Emily had known enough to keep it from me.
For thirty-seven years, I’d believed I knew everything important about my best friend.
Now I wasn’t even certain I knew the truth about my own marriage.
