In the middle of an intimate moment in bed, my wife closed her eyes and suddenly said, “Yes… just like that, Adrian. Don’t stop.” I immediately pulled away from her. “Open your eyes. Who is Adrian?”
In the middle of an intimate moment in bed, my wife closed her eyes and suddenly said, “Yes… just like that, Adrian. Don’t stop.” I pulled away so quickly that Claire opened her eyes in confusion. “Open your eyes,” I said. “Who is Adrian?” For three or four seconds, she simply stared at me. Then came the nervous little laugh. “You heard me wrong. I don’t know anyone named Adrian.” I said nothing and reached for the jeans I had left beside the bed. That was when her hand shot out and closed around my wrist. “Please don’t call him.” I stopped. Claire’s fingers were still wrapped around my arm when I turned back toward her. “I never said I had Adrian’s number.” The color drained from her face. Outside our bedroom window, our quiet Ohio neighborhood looked exactly as it always did after midnight. A porch light burned across the street, an American flag hung nearly motionless beside our neighbor’s front steps, and somewhere beyond the subdivision came the distant sound of traffic movi...