After I Found A Woman's Hair In The Husband Passenger Seat,I Chose To Divorce

In the fifth year of our marriage, I found a strand of hair in Brad Fox's car that wasn't mine.

Chestnut. Slightly wavy. Carrying the faintest trace of gardenia.

My hair is black and straight, and I use jasmine shampoo.

This strand was wound around the seatbelt buckle on the passenger side, wound tight.

As though someone had sat there countless times, leaving a little trace with each one, until it built up into this.

I didn't confront him on the spot.

Not because I'm generous. Because I knew the thing Brad hated most was a scene over nothing.