But every time he remembered that morning behind the trees, he regained his certainty.
One day, while putting away the papers for my divorce, I made an unexpected discovery.
A purchase contract.
The house was not only in Daniel's name.
It was in both of our names, but the mortgage had been almost entirely paid off thanks to an inheritance my grandmother had left me years before.
The money that Daniel had suggested to "invest in our future."
Our future.
I consulted my lawyer.
"You have more rights than you think," he told me.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn't losing everything.
Daniel tried to negotiate.
He tried to blame others.
He tried to soften the blow.
But I no longer had control over my perception.
What I had seen could not be reinterpreted.
The divorce was finalized six months later.
Daniel has started an official relationship with Clara.
It didn't last.
Apparently, the thrill of the forbidden faded when the forbidden ceased to be so.
A year after that morning, Ethan and I were back in the car.
We passed by the same street corner where we had been hiding.
Ethan looked out the window.
"Do you remember that day?"
"Yes," I replied.
"I was very afraid.
"Me too."
He remained silent for a few seconds.
"But not anymore."
I smiled.
"Neither do I.
There was something strange about it.
