Richard didn't want to ruin what they had. Sloane didn't want to either. But a switch had been flipped and she couldn't flip it back. It was like the lighthouses she could see through her window -- they were never turned off. She felt uneasy. she felt it in her gut. For a long time she lived in a sort of stabilized fear of finding out that Jenny didn't know. that Jenny was at home, baking cookies with the children, weeding her garden, worrying about money, and not knowing the things her partner did some evenings, some afternoons. Sloane lived in fear of being found out, of being called a terrible person. And eventually she was.
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