She wiped her face with a napkin.
“And then I came home early from a sales trip,” she said. “Two days early. To surprise him. Kristen’s car was in my driveway. And they were in my kitchen. At my table. And she was wearing my robe.”
I put my hand over my mouth.
“Mark didn’t even look sorry,” Vanessa said. “He just looked annoyed. Like I’d ruined something. And he said, You know how it is, Van. Men get bored after that many years. You should have seen it coming.” She stared into her tea. “You should have seen it coming. Like it was my fault. Like I’d failed some test I didn’t know I was taking.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” I said.
“It felt like my fault,” she said. “It felt like I’d gotten old and boring and he’d gone and found somebody better. And Kristen…” She stopped. “Kristen wasn’t sorry either. She called me a week later. She said, I’m sorry it had to happen this way, Van, but you can’t stop love.“
