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I came home early from Christmas dinner and found my daughter’s bed empty. Then I heard my husband—35 years older than me—whisper from the living room, “Your mother still isn’t supposed to know about this.”

I came home early from Christmas dinner and found my daughter’s bed empty. Then I heard my husband—35 years older than me—whisper from the living room, “Your mother still isn’t supposed to know about this.”

Julian Vance arrived in Brookline on December 26 at 12:40 in the afternoon. He was forty-one. An architect from Manhattan. Polished. Educated. And skilled at making accusations sound like polite conversation. He greeted Arthur...