Last week I arrived home from work as usual.

As I grabbed my stuff from the car, I couldn’t help but notice a little red sports car in the driveway. I walked into the house and heard my wife Jasmine’s laughter coming from the living room — where, it turned out, she was sitting on the couch next to her friend Karyn. They were looking through some old pictures.

I went to the refrigerator, grabbed a beer for myself, and poured them each a glass of wine. They continued talking and laughing as I took my spot in the recliner and joined the conversation.

While Karyn was telling us an anecdote, she gently rested her hand on Jasmine’s leg, just above the knee. A little later Karyn complained about a stiff neck she’d been suffering for the past few days. Jasmine said, “You... Read More