“I’m so sorry, Sandy,” Brad says. “I had no idea you knew.” Sandy lets out a disdainful laugh. “Of course you didn’t. Because I was a well-behaved, middle-aged, stay-at-home mom. I was invisible. Even to my own husband.” “Invisible? No, I—” She lifts a hand, cutting him off. “Oh, please. I can’t remember exactly when it started, but I woke up one morning, and suddenly you only seemed to notice me when the dishes went unwashed or dinner wasn’t on the table on time. Nobody thinks housewives have lives or stories or feelings, let alone secrets.”
