I worked two jobs to help fulfill my husband’s dream of becoming a doctor — at his graduation, he handed me divorce papers, but just as I was walking away, one of his classmates said, “Before you leave, there’s something you should know.”

I couldn’t move.

She was still looking at me from across the courtyard, that small smile on her face, Nathan’s arm within easy reach of her hand.

The divorce papers were still in mine.

Daniel touched my elbow.

“Come away from here.

Please.”

I let him guide me around the side of the building, away from the crowd, away from Nathan’s laughter.

We stopped near a stone bench beside a row of hedges.

I sat down because my legs had stopped working properly.

“Tell me everything,” I said.

Daniel sat beside me.

He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a second envelope.

Smaller than the one Nathan had given me.

He held it but didn’t hand it over yet.

“Her name is Dr.

Cassandra Voss,” he said.

“She finished her residency at Mercy General last spring.

Nathan met her during his clinical rotation in third year.”

“Two years ago.”

“Yes.”

I looked at the envelope in his hands.

“What’s in that?”