He shook his head violently, nearly losing his balance. “You think I don’t know about the money? The hotel room? The same one every time?” He let out a short, bitter laugh. “God help him, he thought he was being careful.”
Frank swayed slightly, his hand resting on my arm as if he needed me to stay upright.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“You don’t even know what he’s done for you.”
The room was too hot. Too bright.
“That he made his choice, and that it cost him everything.” Frank moved closer, his eyes moist. “He told me. Right there, at the end. He said that if you found out, it had to be afterward. After he couldn’t hurt you anymore.”
My daughter appeared at that moment, her hand on my elbow. “Mommy?”
Frank sat up with difficulty, pulling his arm back.
“He said that if you were to find out, it had to be afterwards.”
“There are things,” he said, stepping back, “that are not affairs. And there are lies that don’t stem from wanting someone else.”
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