Pulling my husband’s favorite lasagna from the oven, I see he’s glued to his phone again. He shifts his chair, hiding his screen from my view. Without looking up, he asks about work and I quickly come up with a story about my day. Of course, I’m lying. I never went to work. And when I hear the ping of my email, fear and guilt make my face flush pink. I know what you did. I’m going to tell. I pour another glass of ice-cold white wine and I look at Nathan, so blissfully unaware of how close we are to our perfect life being torn apart. And I know in that moment I will risk everything to keep the secret in our marriage…