AFTER 31 YEARS OF MARRIAGE, MY HUSBAND STARTED SLIPPING OUT OF BED AT 2 A.M. — THEN I HEARD HIM WHISPER “DADDY LOVES YOU TOO,” THOUGH OUR CHILDREN HAD MOVED OUT YEARS AGO.

With one arm, he clutched something wrapped in Michael’s blue baby blanket against his chest.

With the other, he was digging a small hole in the flower bed.

PART 2

I didn’t scream.

I don’t know how I didn’t.

I stood at that window with my heart slamming, watching my husband of thirty-one years dig a hole in the dark and cradle a blanket-wrapped bundle against his chest, and my mind went to the worst places a mind can go.

Then I opened the back door and stepped out onto the cold grass, and Greg looked up at me, and his face — his face was not the face of a man doing something terrible.