“She went to meet a Daryl once.”
Those were Martin Dawes’ last meaningful words–aside from all the whimpering, pleading and dying.
In the past two days I’d learned more about my wife than I had in the past two years. I loved her more than anything, but I was starting to realize that I didn’t even really know her. I was only beginning to unravel the tawdry, separate life she was living. Best case scenario, I tracked down a bunch of men she’d slept with and found out the truth. Worst case scenari...
Published on October 21, 2013 02:00