I let Mom inside, and while the boys slept, we talked in whispers. Lucy curled against her grandmother and listened quietly. Then Mom told me everything. Dad’s affair hadn’t been one careless mistake. It had lasted two years. She discovered it decades earlier, but Dad convinced her that divorce would humiliate the family. Her own mother told her that a good wife forgives.<\/p>\n
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Suddenly I understood why Dad had pushed me to forgive Shane. He wasn’t protecting my marriage. He was protecting the story he’d forced Mom to live inside for thirty-one years. My brother and sister knew nothing about the affair. When Mom finally told them, my sister called me crying and apologized for calling me selfish. My brother arrived at the motel that afternoon carrying pizza and a carload of the children’s belongings from my house. For once, he didn’t joke about anything. He simply carried the bags inside and repeatedly said, \u201cI’m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
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