From ‘us against the world’ to ‘me against you’: The disorienting landscape of betrayal.
(A Short Story) The night I found out, the bedroom walls seemed to breathe with a life of their own. Twenty-three years of marriage collapsed into a single moment — a careless phone, an unlocked screen, a name I didn’t recognize attached to words I couldn’t bear to read again. “Who is she?” I asked in a voice I didn’t recognize as my own.