“Unearthing the Secrets: What the Ashes Reveal About Our Past and Future”
“What’s up?” she asked, carrying in the tray with the tea things on it. I took my mug and cradled it in my hands, seeking reassurance from its warmth.
“I’m going to leave John,” I blurted out without any warning.
She set her own mug back down on the table.
“What? Why? I thought you were happy.”
There’s irony here that I’d done such a good job of constructing the perfect fantasy of a marriage.
“He doesn’t know yet. You can’t say anything,” I told her, already starting to regret my honesty.
“Why are you telling me?” Her fists were clenched on her knees. She stared at me intently.
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