Plain Truth

by Jodi Picoult

Katie had always been taught that it was similar values and a simple life that kept a husband and wife together—and after that, passion came privately. But who was to say it didn’t come before? That sigh pressing up from the inside of your chest; the ball of fire in the pit of your stomach when he brushed your arm; the sound of his voice curling around your heart—couldn’t those things bind a man and a woman forever, too?

“You can be happy for someone else’s good fortune, but that doesn’t mean you forget your own bad luck.”

This memory was the only thing I had left, and you gave it away.