Their apartment, usually full of banter and laughter and conversation, turned silent. They stopped having sex. They still slept in the same bed. One night, lying there, staring at his back, certain he was wide awake, Jane wondered if this was just how they would be from now on. David would never leave her, but would he ever love her again? Would he forgive her? Would he be okay if she allowed him to pretend they could chalk what she did up to grief and nothing else? He was such a good man. He had done so much for her, and in return, she had trampled on his heart. Jane was broken.
