“Maybe,” Elizabeth says, “you need to think about the difference between what is secret and what is private.” I want to tell her that those are the same things, but maybe they’re not. I think about my history with Braden. Is what happened between us a secret, in the way that the nuclear codes are secret? Or is it private, in the way that—painful as the facts are—this is history that belongs to me, and is mine to reveal?
