The letter contained a timeline of the affair. It was right there – the friendship the three of them shared, the hurt she felt when the others got together, the elation, their connection, the little grazes and glances, the betrayal. She explained each of the ways they had sustained their lie and love: work trips, late nights, emergencies. She described in explicit detail what it felt like to be fucked in his sheets when they still smelled of her friend’s shampoo. What a relief, to write it all down. She put her guilt on the page, and into the post.
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