Tonight

I was on the phone with Lauren when Adam walked out of the bedroom and toward me. Something about the way he moved made me open my arms wide. He fit inside them, tucking his head against my chest. Eventually he mouthed "Thanks."

Later he told me it was the book he'd been reading: A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon. "There was an older couple," he said. "The wife cheated on the husband and he caught her in the act. It made me feel sad."

It makes me feel sad too. I will never, never cheat. I can't imagine loving anyone else with the tender ferocity I feel for my husband.