Josey Mood

“planning his exit strategy while I organized charity fundraisers," I was quoted as saying. "The affair wasn't the real betrayal. The real betrayal was making me feel crazy for noticing that our marriage had become a performance instead of a partnership." Maya's photographs told their own story. Me in my kitchen, where I'd discovered Brett's deception. Me in the garden, where I'd spent hours processing evidence of his affair. Me with my camera, documenting other women's journeys toward authenticity. The images captured the transformation in ways that language couldn't fully express. At seven-fifteen, Devin appeared in the kitchen for his usual rush through breakfast and backpack gathering. He looked tired but focused, someone whose biggest concern was whether Madison Fletcher would be at lunch today instead of whether his mother's face was about to appear in magazines across the country. "Morning," he said, grabbing a protein bar while checking his phone for messages that were apparently more interesting than family conversation. "Before you leave," I said, sliding the magazine across the counter like evidence I needed him to examine before”
― Josey Mood, When Perfect Falls Apart: The Bexley Hills Series