David canceled our anniversary dinner, claiming his new friend Liam needed help again. I was swallowing my disappointment when our five-year-old quietly handed me David’s unlocked phone. One text from Liam stopped my husband cold—and made me lock the front door before he could leave.
I studied my reflection in the mirror.
Seven years married.
Ten years together.
A lifetime by modern standards.
Down the hall, I could hear Toby humming to his stuffed dinosaur.
My brilliant, gentle five-year-old, who noticed everything.
David and I had built something honest.
Or so I thought.
We split the bills evenly, argued about small things kindly, and centered every decision around Toby.
Friends called us the reliable ones, the couple who never surprised anybody.
The only recent surprise had been Liam.
David met him at a hardware store recently.
Within days Liam was practically living in our kitchen.
He was charming, quiet, always polite to me, always careful around Toby.
“He’s just been through a rough patch,” David told me that first week. “He needs a friend.”
“He’s welcome here anytime,” I said.
Still, something in the arrangement puzzled me.
Liam never mentioned dating the way single men usually did.
Once, over dinner, I asked him about it lightly, teasing.
Liam glanced at David for a fraction of a second.
Then he smiled at his plate.
“I’m happy right where I am,” he said.
David laughed and changed the subject to baseball.
I told myself it was some kind of inside joke.
***
I finished getting dressed.
The reservation for our anniversary dinner was for seven.
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