I ran my hand through my hair as I climbed down the stairs, my mood unusually bright today. It had been two days since I told my wife everything and a whole twenty-four hours since she hadn’t thrown her crunched-up, moody face at me. Yeah, that itself felt like a big achievement. After returning home from the hotel, she’d gotten angry when I mimicked her words and actions from that night, but the fact that she hadn’t cursed me for the last twenty-four hours felt nothing less than a miracle.