Chapter 1
## PART 2 — THE CABIN WAS ONLY THE BEGINNING
“Four.”
Caleb said the word so quickly that I almost missed it.
Then he shook his head.
“Three. I meant three.”
I stood beside the coffee machine, watching my husband realize he had corrected a number I had never supplied.
Four supposed work outings.
Three days earlier, I would have demanded dates, names, receipts, and explanations. I would have raised my voice until he raised his, and somehow the conversation would have ended with me apologizing for being emotional.
Not anymore.
I took a sip of coffee.
“Okay.”
Caleb blinked.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Claire, don't do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like you know something you don't.”
I looked at him.
“Then tell me what I don't know.”
His jaw tightened.
“You're making this impossible.”
I almost laughed.
Fourteen years of marriage, and apparently the impossible part was answering a question honestly.
Caleb grabbed his keys and left for work without finishing his breakfast.
I watched his car disappear down our driveway.
Then I opened my phone.
Cabin. Fireplace. Twice. Not two whole weekends. Four drinks. Three drinks.
Underneath, I added another sentence.
He is more afraid of what I might know than of what he has done.
That morning, I made a decision.
I wasn't going to spend the rest of my marriage begging Caleb to confess.
I was going to find out enough to decide whether I wanted to remain married to him.
And the first person I called wasn't Laura.
It was my attorney.
Her name was Rebecca Sloan.
She had handled my father's estate five years earlier, and I trusted her because she had once spent forty minutes explaining a document everyone else insisted was perfectly straightforward.
When I told her Caleb was having an affair, she didn't gasp or offer comforting clichés.
She asked one question.
“Are you safe at home?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then before you confront him again, let's talk about what you need to protect.”
Rebecca explained our financial records, our joint accounts, and the documents I had a right to access.
She also told me something I desperately needed to hear.
“You don't need to prove every detail of an affair to decide a marriage is over.”
I sat silently.
Because that was exactly what I had been doing.
Trying to gather enough proof that nobody, including Caleb, could tell me I was overreacting.