Then I walked back in, smiling.
“Hey, I’m home,” I said.
Jenna rushed over, kissed me, and asked about my day.
Her perfume smelled sweet.
Her words sounded warm.
And I felt like I was talking to a stranger.
That night, after the girls were asleep, I sat at the table and forced my voice to stay calm.
“Jenna,” I said, “maybe you’re right.”
She tilted her head.