Irene and I had laughed.
Argued.
Raised children.
Lost friends.
Built a home.
A missing legal document could not erase that.
Her lie belonged to the life we built too.
I hated that.
But it was true.
For the first time since Mr. Geller appeared at my door, I no longer needed Irene to answer me.
She had made her choice.
Now I had made mine.