“She was not in a position to complain about this life, not yet. Probably not ever.”

“What she did know, unfortunately, was that she had to reconsider everything she'd ever willed herself to believe about her husband.”

“She stared at this first bit of positive proof, the entrance to the rabbit hole from which she might never reemerge.”

“Now that it was finally here, she wasn’t surprised to find herself still reluctant to start it. Reluctant to end the part of her life when this conversation hadn’t happened yet. Reluctant to find out what her life would look like after it.”

“Back before her life had begun to unravel. Or before she knew it was unraveling.”

“She began to sacrifice that old identity to live in her new one. It was the new life, after all, that everyone wanted.”

“Plus she had to admit that a small part of her secrecy was that she was holding something back, for herself. If she never told Dexter the truth, she was still reserving the right to return to her old life. To one day be a covert operative again. To be a person who could keep the largest secrets from everyone, including her husband, forever.”