“Yes,” she answers.
And she reads in his eyes that she can no longer hide anything from him. They look long and silently at each other. “Put the boy to bed,” he says at last. “You have something to tell me, have you not?”
“Yes—”
She knows now that within a few moments she will tell this man everything—this man, whom she has deceived for many years.
And while she goes slowly through the door, holding her boy, she feels her husband’s eyes still resting on her, and a great peace comes over her, the assurance that now many things would be right again.