My hands were shaking by the time I pulled it from his pocket. A cold, sharpened piece of metal, tucked deep in the lining of my husband’s jeans, where no one was supposed to find it. My mind went straight to betrayal. To danger. To everything I clearly didn’t know about the man I married. I studied it, turning it in the light, building entire crimes in my head. His shrug, his casual dismissal, only made it worse. I felt crazy. I felt lied to. I felt on the edge of discovering a life I was nev… Continues…