Little lies all through your emails to me. Everything not adding up to everything else, again and again. And all of them small and easy to dismiss on their own. And when you were home, I didn't feel lies from you at all. You were an open, honest presence. I didn't feel secrets!
Was I a fool?
Maybe. But I don't think so. I think the you on the road wasn't the you that was home. When it was just the two of us at home – and I want you to think about this, Alice, I want you to remember. When it was just the two of us, it wasn't like being alone, but it also wasn't like being with another person. It was something in between. It was all the benefits of being alone, with none of the downsides.