PROLOGUE
“What did you say?” Mindy looked up from her coffee and stared, stunned, at her husband.
“You heard me,” Max replied, rubbing his hand over the smooth baldness above his bushy black eyebrows.
Mindy blinked. “Are you serious?”
Max flung himself to his feet from the leather sofa they'd picked together for their anniversary and began pacing the room. “Totally serious, Mindy. I mean, be honest. How long has it been since we've had anything like a real relationship? Five years? Ten? We've been going through the motions for at least a decade. We need to stop pretending.”
“So, stop,” Mindy replied. “I never said you should pretend with me, did I? I never asked you to lie. Be real. But if we're going through the motions, don't you think, before we throw away eighteen years of marriag
