My husband had promised me a fun, “old-fashioned” time at Dennis and Alayna’s party.

Roy liked springing surprises. We’d been married ten great years. During the first few we’d had an open marriage. But we had closed and locked the door on all that, thinking we were getting too old for that kind of behavior.

He’d left me garbled voicemail at six that evening, saying he was running late. I figured the rest of the message — which I couldn’t make out — was him telling me to go ahead without him. I tried calling back, but he had a bad habit of letting his cell phone battery run out, and it seemed like that’s what had happened that night.

So off I drove to the party. Dennis and Alayna were new friends of Roy’s, but I felt comfortable heading over... Read More