There’s a knock at the door of Carlos’ hotel room. He shoves his duffle bag aside, taking one last glance in the mirror to make sure he looks good enough to eat. He opens the door, not at all surprised to see you there. This has become your typical routine; every time Carlos is near you on business, he e-mails you the hotel he’s staying at and you come over. “How’s… everything?” Carlos asks, breezily. He’s always careful not to ask about your husband outright, or even speak the word husband.