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forbid, the kids would find the phone or see a text that could ruin the rest of her life, was way too stressful.
    Then, hating herself, she responded: Oooo, you’re so naughty!
    This was how it always went with her and Owen—she couldn’t stick to what she wanted . There were times she tried to end it, but she was weak, impulsive, and made the same stupid decision again and again. The worst decision had been getting involved with him at all, putting her whole marriage, maybe her whole life, in the hands of an eighteen-year-old boy.
    An eighteen-year-old boy .
    Sometimes the whole situation seemed surreal. Owen had been sixteen when the affair began, which made her an adulterer and a rapist. Yep, Deb Berman was a rapist. Not somebody else, not a stranger on the news— her . She’d had moments like this before over the past two years. She’d be having a normal night at home with her family, sitting at the dinner table, or helping her kids with their homework, and she’d think, I’m a rapist , and she’d shudder, feel lightheaded and weightless; this couldn’t possibly be happening. It was as if she’d been inserted into an alternate reality where she was still Deb Berman, but she was a different Deb Berman, someone in the news she’d look down on: How could she actually do that ? How could she be so sick, so perverted ? She wished she could go back and be the high-and-mighty Deb Berman, that she could be the judger instead of the judged.
    Another text from Owen: I’m so horny right now, I want you so bad
    She knew she should feel repulsed, disgusted—she wasn’t so far gone that she’d forgotten how she was supposed to feel. She knew this was wrong, that she had to stop being so selfish. This wasn’t about her, about filling whatever void it was filling; it was about her family and about his family. Owen was just two years older than Riley, for God’s sake, and Riley and Owen had known each other for years, had friends in common. While Deb wasn’t friends with Owen’s mother, Linda Harrison, they were friend ly . For years they’d run into each other around town—at school pickups, at the mall, at soccer games. What if Linda found out? How angry and devastated and vindictive would she be?
    Deb had to explain this to Owen, not some other day— today . She had to make him understand that they couldn’t do this anymore, hurt the people they loved. She’d remind him that they’d already had a couple of close calls, like that time they were in his car in the high school parking lot and those kids walked by and almost saw them. Or the time they were having sex in Owen’s bedroom that afternoon, when Linda and her husband Raymond—Owen’s stepfather—were supposed to be at work, and Raymond came home unexpectedly, and Deb had to hide in Owen’s closet, like a character in a movie, a slapstick comedy, but this wasn’t a movie, and it certainly wasn’t a comedy. This was the real world where there were serious consequences so they had to do the smart thing, the right thing, and forget about each other, go on with their lives.
    Then Deb sent: I’m so horny for u 2!
    She hated herself for being so weak, so pathetic. She had to text him again, tell him she wouldn’t be able to see him after all, and that they had to end this now, today.
    She typed, Actually I really don’t think , then deleted it, telling herself that breaking up by text was an awful idea. For an eighteen-year-old, Owen was level-headed and mature—if he wasn’t that way she wouldn’t have been attracted to him at all—but she had to make sure he understood, really understand, that this was it, she was ready to move on.
    She still felt nauseated and her head was killing her. After making sure she’d deleted all the texts she’d sent and received, she switched the phone to silent mode and put it away in her purse. Then she heard Casey clacking down the stairs and a few moments later he came into the kitchen, panting, and went right