My Husband’s Mistress Called Me the Maid Without Knowing Who I Was

was an abstraction, a concept, not a real person with a real life that could be damaged.

Showing up at my house and being handed to me as the help had done something to that conviction that she was still, she said, trying to understand.

She was working with a therapist twice a week. She was living back with Knox because Richard could no longer afford continue reading …