“Please visit,” the e-mail read, “Boston is lonely without you. Here’s some pics to help you remember what you’re missing. Kisses, Jess.”

Suddenly three pictures popped up. A svelte, smooth-skinned girl with straight brown hair, big blue eyes, and apparently no modesty. “As if he could forget that,â€? I sneered. I wondered if I ever would.

It took a few hours. Jake and Amy came home from playing, and wanted food. They were more than willing to have pizza delivered, which was good, since I didn’t want to think. Amy asked me to read her a story; I refused the fairy tale, and chose another instead. When they were both in their rooms pretending to sleep, I decided to call and tell him not to come home.

My fingers shook as I dialed. “Hello?” Perky, saccharine voice.

“Ten years,â€? I said. “How long -.”

“Two -.” She broke off sobbing.

“What? Days? Months?”

“Years.” Two years.

“You’re in love.”

I fell. I stayed on the edge of our marital bed, but I felt everything inside of me drop away.