He cried. I didn't.
Not then.
I had already done enough crying.
Daniel apologized to his coworkers.
That was my condition before I would even consider staying in counseling.
He sent an email to the people who had attended the party.
Not every employee in the company.
Just the relevant group.
He wrote that he had misrepresented his wife, brought another woman to the event, and allowed coworkers to believe she was his spouse.
He did not blame Melissa.
He did not call it a misunderstanding.
His boss asked to speak with him.
Daniel kept his job.
Barely.
Martin apparently told him, "If you'll lie this elaborately about something nobody asked you to lie about, I have to question your judgment."
Fair.
The humiliation he had been trying so hard to avoid arrived anyway.
Just larger.
Daniel moved into a short-term apartment on a three-month lease.
