“I’M IN MIAMI WITH MY EX – DON’T BE JEALOUS.” That was the text she sent while her husband was making dinner for their daughter. She thought he was the safe husband who would always be there but she was wrong.
“Ryan says I should stop feeling guilty and just enjoy the ocean.” That was the first line I read after unlocking my phone with a wooden spoon in one hand and tomato sauce simmering on the stove. A second text arrived before I had fully processed the first. I’m in Miami with him for the…