For a while, he barely spoke about her.
Then, one evening, almost a year after the wedding, he came over for dinner.
Just the two of us.
I cooked his favorite meal, and we sat at the kitchen table where we had first examined the evidence.
He looked around the room.
“Feels strange being here.”
“I know.”
He glanced toward the empty chair where Mark used to sit.
“Do you ever miss him?”
The question caught me off guard.
“Yes.”
Daniel nodded.
“Me too, sometimes.”
I reached for his hand.
“Missing someone doesn’t mean you made the wrong decision.”
He looked at me.
“I still feel stupid.”
“Why?”
“Because I trusted her. Because I trusted him. Because I stood at that wedding and promised to spend my life with someone who was already lying to me.”
I took a moment before answering.
“Trusting someone isn’t the embarrassing part, Daniel. What they do with that trust belongs to them.”
