I thought she had thrown it away.
I was furious with her for days. Maybe weeks. I remember telling my sister, “She’d rather be humiliated than alone.” I believed that. I really did.
Then one night he got careless.
“Carol, let’s not do drama.”
I won’t get into all of it, but he was caught in a way he could not talk around. No “you’re imagining things.” No “it isn’t what it looks like.” He came home and found my mother waiting at the kitchen table.