Early in our relationship, I’d told him, “You can tell me any truth. Just don’t make me hear it from somebody else.”

He’d said, “Deal.”

For seven years, I believed him.

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One Friday night, Daisy refused to sleep.

Around nine, Oliver grabbed his keys. “I’ll take her for a short drive. She’ll be asleep in five minutes.”

“Bring her blanket.”

“I’ve got it.”

I kissed Daisy, watched them leave, and went inside.

Nearly an hour passed.