Chapter One
Looking Backward: Lies & Permissions
“I’m not . . . allowed to?” I whispered.
He nodded curtly.
I guess I have to say that everyone lied: Klaus and my husband and me.
It didn’t feel that way though.
My husband’s dishonesty was obvious.
It was mostly dishonesty with himself, a refusal, or an inability, to see, or to accept, reality. And if I say that he betrayed me, well . . . it would be unfair not to admit that he wasn’t the one who “started it.”
Really?
Darren could more-than-reasonably argue that he’d “come in in the middle,” joining a soap opera that he didn’t know was already in progress—playing a role that he was unaware of having stepped into.
No.
That wasn’t fair.
If I regret anything?
It’s what I did to him.
I guess it could be argued that I’ve been disho
