Chapter 1

"Which home is programmed in your GPS?"

I stared at his dashcam logs.

For the past month, he took a detour after work every single day, driving past his ex-girlfriend’s apartment.

He claimed it was just on the way. But our house is on the East Side, and hers is on the West Side.

Two years of marriage, and his gas bills were double everyone else's.

I checked the E-ZPass statements. One hundred and eight times. He drove right under her building.

I confronted him with the records. He slammed his phone onto the table. "Are you insane? Is driving past a building illegal now?"

Last week was her birthday. His car was parked in her apartment's underground garage for four hours.

He said he was helping her move furniture.

I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene.

I taped the E-ZPass statement to the fridge and put on my coat.

"Tomorrow, drive me back to our old college campus. To the trail where we first held hands."

I had already told my lawyer to draft the divorce papers.

If, after walking that trail, his heart was still with me, we'd keep going.

If not.

Then that trail would be where we parted ways.