I found her before I confronted him. It was easier that way, to gather the facts without a fight. Her name was Renee, and she worked in the same field as Marcus, and she had known him for four years, which was two years longer than I had. Her profile was public and her photos were happy and she had a dog and a garden and a life that looked finished, in the way a life looks when someone has stopped waiting for it to start.
I did not message her. I did not know what I would say. Instead, I made an appointment and I drove across town and I sat in a parking lot outside her office building and I waited for her to come out. It was a strange thing to do. I knew it was strange. But I had spent two years reading meaning into Marcus's silences, and I wanted to see what a person looked like when the
