Went to the school play today. Joanna had a solo and David was a tree. I sat in the back, trying to look like the perfect mother. But the whole time, I was replaying that night at the party. The moment I let him touch me in the hallway while my husband was looking for me. I built this cage of lies to protect them from the truth—that their mother is a whore who destroyed their family for a quick fuck. Sometimes I wonder if they'd be better off knowing. Or if I'd just be even more alone.