My rage was thrillingly complete. If Tom had been before me at that moment, I have no doubt I would have struck him repeatedly and called him every name I knew. As I ran, I imagined myself doing just this. I was almost excited by it. I couldn’t wait to get to the two of you and unleash my wrath. It wasn’t just anger at you and Tom. I’d lost Julia, too. She’d told me her secret and now she couldn’t trust me, and she was right not to. I’d failed as a friend, I could see that even then. And I’d failed as a wife. I couldn’t make my husband desire me in the right way.
