Chapter 13
It was four days after the party when Katie finally came home. She walked in wearing the same toga she’d been wearing when we left the house together. My wife looked both ashamed and afraid. She seemed to sink inside herself when she saw me. Her face turned red, this time from embarrassment, and her shoulders hunched as though to ward off a blow. She thought I was going to punish her.
“Please, Mack,” she started to cry. “Let me change, shower, and pack up a few things. I know you want to punish me. I want to punish myself.” She looked up at me then.
“I’m so sorry for what I did to you, to us,” Katie was choking on her tears. “I know you want to kick me out for being such a w***e, and I’ll go. You can have everything.” She had fallen onto the couch, her hands over her face as
