What Happened to the Bennetts

by Lisa Scottoline

Marriage was reading each other’s minds, but knowing what had to remain unsaid. It killed me to think she blamed me for Allison,

‘Whenever you’re taking a portrait of someone, you and your subject are in the present, but if you’re any good, you can see their past, and even their future.’ ”

That’s the way marriage was, I realized in that moment. There was a thing you always worried about, barely a crack, running down the middle between the two of you, and you hope it will go away, but it can widen like a tectonic plate, break open beneath your feet, and swallow you whole.

“Then you forgive her. That’s what love is. Forgiveness. Judgment belongs to God Almighty. Not you.”