My Husband Loved Me but Desired Someone Else

I used to think love had a shape you could recognise from a distance. It would be the two of us at the kitchen table in our flat in Phibsborough, his hand…

The first thing I noticed was not the message itself, but the way Ciarán’s hand moved to cover the phone. We were standing in our kitchen in Portobello, the room steamed up from the pasta…