**Part 2**
But I wasn’t going home to cry.
I was going home to do something I’d been putting off for eight months.
Because Daniel didn’t know everything.
There was a reason I had kept quiet.
Eight months earlier, I had discovered something that could change the way he saw our entire marriage.
At first, I told myself it wasn’t my place to interfere.
Then I thought about Ava.
I thought about the way Daniel always defended her without asking questions.
And I thought about how many times I had remained silent simply because I wanted this family to work.
That afternoon, something inside me finally broke.
I walked into the house, put my keys on the counter and opened the locked drawer in my office.
Inside was a folder I hadn’t touched in months.
I took it out.
For eight months, I had protected Daniel from a truth he had never asked to hear.
But after what happened at that barbecue, I no longer knew why I was protecting him.
I placed the folder on the table.
Then I picked up my phone.
There was only one decision left to make.
Before Daniel and Ava returned home, he was going to learn exactly what I had discovered eight months earlier.
And this time, I wasn’t going to let anyone convince me that keeping the peace was more important than telling the truth.
THE END
