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I took my husband's car in for routine maintenance. While adjusting the passenger seat, a kraft paper envelope slipped out from the crack between the cushions. I thought it contained receipts and opened it without thinking. Inside were two first class plane tickets. Destination: Artonwood. Departure: next Wednesday. The first name belonged to my husband, Lionel Wright. The second was for Julia Mitchell. I stared at the second name for a long time. Julia Mitchell was not my name. I searched through the company directory on his phone and there was no one by that name. I ran through every face I could remember and still got nothing. In the end, I slid the envelope back where I'd found it. My fingertips were cold. But my mind had never been clearer. Four years of marriage and for the first time, I realized something. The passenger seat of this car might never have been mine.