For the next several days, the house settled into a strange version of normal. Kayla wore clothes when she came downstairs, Andrew stopped disappearing whenever she entered a room, and I no longer woke up wondering what confrontation the morning might bring.<\/p>\n
The change was subtle enough that I almost trusted it too quickly.<\/p>\n
Kayla found temporary work at a small accounting office on the other side of town. It was not the position she had wanted, and the pay was modest, but she came home on her first day carrying a paper bag with two pastries inside and an expression I had not seen on her face in weeks.<\/p>\n
\u201cI survived.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew looked up from the dining table.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds promising.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey gave me actual work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is generally what employers do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She threw one of the pastries at him.<\/p>\n
He caught it.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
It felt good.<\/p>\n
Not perfect. Not completely repaired. But good.<\/p>\n
Kayla also stopped talking about Eric.<\/p>\n
That was perhaps the biggest change.<\/p>\n
Before, his name had appeared in almost every conversation. Now, she rarely mentioned him unless something practical required it. She stopped checking his social media every night. She stopped asking me whether I thought he had already met someone else.<\/p>\n
I assumed she was beginning to let go.<\/p>\n
Then, on Thursday evening, her phone buzzed while we were eating dinner.<\/p>\n
She glanced at the screen.<\/p>\n
The fork in her hand stopped halfway to her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned the phone face down.<\/p>\n
Andrew continued eating.<\/p>\n
I knew that look.<\/p>\n
\u201cKayla.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Eric.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he want?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn't open it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw the first line.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked if we could talk.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew said nothing.<\/p>\n
Kayla picked up her phone again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says there are things he should have told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat things?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the message.<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved slowly across the screen.<\/p>\n
Then she locked the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wants to meet tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you going?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I reached across the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't have to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut part of me wants answers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew finally spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust make sure you're looking for information, not permission to forgive him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kayla looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means he may explain what happened. That doesn't automatically mean the explanation fixes anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
She considered that.<\/p>\n
Then she nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I need to hear him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn't like the idea.<\/p>\n
But I understood it.<\/p>\n
The next afternoon, she met Eric at a caf\u00e9 downtown.<\/p>\n
I did not ask her to report every word.<\/p>\n
She came home two hours later carrying no shopping bag, no coffee, nothing except her purse and the same exhausted expression she had worn when she first arrived at our house.<\/p>\n
I was in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Andrew was fixing a loose cabinet hinge.<\/p>\n
Kayla stood by the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't cheat.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the first thing he said.\u201d<\/p>\n
She placed her purse on the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he knows that's what I probably thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he didn't leave because of another woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the living room.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he had been unhappy for almost two years.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he didn't know how.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't explain why he let you believe everything was fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked him that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said every time he tried to talk about it, I told him we were supposed to be planning our future.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kayla sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't remember doing that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe you didn't mean to.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said I kept treating every problem like something we could solve by getting married.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat opposite her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think he should have told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI also think he was miserable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
After a while, she said, \u201cHe told me something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he was afraid of becoming the bad guy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo instead he became one anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kayla gave a tired smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what I told him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew finished tightening the hinge and closed the cabinet.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he ask you to come back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe just wanted you to know the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kayla nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cOr his version of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That distinction mattered.<\/p>\n
She spent the rest of the evening unusually quiet.<\/p>\n
The next morning, she woke before everyone else.<\/p>\n
I found her sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop open.<\/p>\n
A spreadsheet covered the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBudgeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned over her shoulder.<\/p>\n
She had listed her income, transportation, food, phone bill, and potential rent.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to know what I can afford.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's good.\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed the laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's terrifying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's also normal.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAmanda?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid I really make everything about Eric?\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat across from her.<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's not the same as saying you were a bad girlfriend.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI just don't know what I am without somebody else deciding whether I'm enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence stayed with me.<\/p>\n
I reached for her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen don't figure that out by tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Over the following two weeks, Kayla changed in ways that were easy to miss.<\/p>\n
She started waking earlier.<\/p>\n
She began making her own breakfast.<\/p>\n
She applied for jobs even after receiving rejection emails.<\/p>\n
She stopped asking Andrew for advice about everything.<\/p>\n
Most importantly, she stopped trying to provoke him.<\/p>\n
There were no more suggestive comments.<\/p>\n
No more lingering in doorways.<\/p>\n
No more experiments.<\/p>\n
One Saturday afternoon, Andrew was repairing a shelf in the garage when Kayla walked past.<\/p>\n
\u201cNeed help?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
She held the other end of the board while he secured it.<\/p>\n
For ten minutes, they worked without discussing the past.<\/p>\n
Then Kayla said quietly, \u201cI'm sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew kept working.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor making you uncomfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
He tightened the screw.<\/p>\n
\u201cI appreciate that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to prove something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI figured.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI figured that too.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always answer like that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUsually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's annoying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI've been told.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
When I saw them from the doorway, I realized something had changed.<\/p>\n
They weren't friends.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
But they no longer needed to be wary of each other.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
Then Kayla received another message.<\/p>\n
This time, it wasn't from Eric.<\/p>\n
It was from a woman named Lauren.<\/p>\n
The message contained only one sentence.<\/p>\n
I think you deserve to know why Eric really left.*<\/p>\n
Kayla read it twice.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Lauren?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the profile.<\/p>\n
The woman appeared to be around our age.<\/p>\n
There were photographs of her with Eric.<\/p>\n
Not romantic photographs.<\/p>\n
Not obviously.<\/p>\n
But they knew each other.<\/p>\n
Kayla's face went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cI've never seen her before.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew walked into the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Kayla handed him the phone.<\/p>\n
He looked at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen ask her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kayla hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if I don't like the answer?\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew handed the phone back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've already spent weeks afraid of an answer you didn't have.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kayla stared at the message.<\/p>\n
Then she typed.<\/p>\n
Who are you?*<\/p>\n
The reply came less than a minute later.<\/p>\n
Someone who knew Eric before you did.*<\/p>\n
Kayla's fingers tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
A second message appeared.<\/p>\n
And someone who knows what he didn't tell you.*<\/p>\n
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