And suddenly, the guilt I had been carrying about Jake was only one part of a much larger problem.
My marriage had never been as transparent as I believed.
The Return of the Man I Thought I Knew
Tom arrived home late that afternoon.
I heard his car pull into the driveway and watched from the upstairs window as he carried his suitcase toward the front door.
Jake was in the living room.
When Tom entered, he smiled broadly.
“There he is! How’s college preparation going?”
“Fine,” Jake replied.
Tom clapped him on the shoulder.
“Good. Your mother says you have to keep your grades up if you’re going to become a doctor.”
Jake’s expression tightened.
“I know.”
Tom glanced toward the stairs.
“Sarah?”
I walked down slowly.
He opened his arms and kissed me.
“God, I’ve missed you.”
For one brief second, I wanted to tell myself that the documents were meaningless.
