Seven Years in a Dream, Awake at Las

On our wedding night, my husband wanted to play a game. Trade secrets. The kind that could destroy you if they ever got out. He went first. "I hurt a girl once. At a ski lodge. She shouldn't have been in that room. But she was." He said it like a parking ticket. Then he took a sip of whiskey and moved on. My turn. "I killed someone," I said. "Do you believe me?" He laughed. He thought I was joking. He really shouldn't have kissed me after that.