Evidence of the Affair

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

It is funny the crazy things our brains make up to save us from the truth.

You asked how I hide it all. I don’t know. I guess I find it pretty easy to look like nothing is happening when everything has changed.

It is as if I have lived with a hard shell all over my body and you have cracked it and it has all fallen off. I am fresh again.

I’ve always been struck by the idea that you can’t be all that happy something has returned if it doesn’t go away in the first place.

It seems as if you see me exactly as I wish to be seen. There is no greater gift than that.