I FOLLOWED MY HUSBAND TO A RUN-DOWN HOUSE—AND WHAT I FOUND SHOOK ME TO THE CORE
We were married two years, and every first Saturday he vanished—“errands, ” “helping my aunt”—always returning with bread, vegetables, little gifts. When he refused to let me come along and said his aunt “didn’t like me,” doubt took root. This month I slipped a GPS under his car and followed it to a run-down house….