I ignored my mother-in-law’s demand to cook and scrub for her, so my husband tried to break me with two words….

“Claire,” he said, like we were still married in the way that mattered. “Let’s talk. I was upset. Mom was upset. We didn’t mean—”

I hung up.

The next morning, as I was making Noah a peanut butter sandwich, my security camera notification pinged. I opened the app and felt my stomach drop.

Evan’s car was at the curb.

Diane was with him, dressed like she was headed to church, posture rigid, face set with righteous purpose.