Jenna’s husband was halfway through a story when she asked him to explain what had happened. He looked confused. They had already discussed it a few nights earlier.
She remembered sitting across from him. She remembered checking a message while he spoke. But she could not remember anything he had told her.
Later that evening, she began thinking about the conversations she had only half heard. Her daughter talking about school. Her husband mentioning something that was bothering him. The questions she answered automatically while looking at something else.
“My husband could have cheated on me, and I would never have known.”
She had no reason to suspect an affair. What unsettled her was realizing how much she might be missing in an otherwise ordinary day.