I secretly went to our country house without telling my husband to find out what he was doing there. When I opened the door, I was overcome with real horror

turned down my suggestion to go. “Maybe I’ll go by myself then,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “Just to get some fresh air.”

His reaction was immediate and far too intense. “No,” he said, his tone sharp. “I don’t want you going there. I’ll feel better if you stay home.”

That was when it hit me—if there was nothing strange going on, he wouldn’t continue reading …