But meeting her had taught me something important.
She wasn’t better than me.
I wasn’t better than her.
We were two women who’d trusted the same man, and neither of us had been given the truth.
Mark had spent years arranging his life so he never had to choose between us.
In the end, we made that choice for him.
He was finally free to marry Claire.
She didn’t want him.
He was free to return to his fishing trips.
His friends didn’t want him there, either.
And I was free to build a life where I didn’t have to inspect my husband’s hands to know whether he was telling me the truth.
