Imogene Scott

Dahlia smiles as she squeezes my hand. “Don’t stress with labels. I should know better.”

“Really,”

“Yeah. I’ve been married for ten years now.” she says calmly.

Okay, did she just say she’s married? She’s been

married for ten years? What the hell is happening here?

“What? You were just crying over…”

“My jerktastic boyfriend, yes.” she finishes for me. “It’s…erm…it’s an open marriage.”

“Wow.” My hands fly to my mouth without me realizing it.

An open marriage? I’ve always thought open marriages were ridiculous. Why would you want to sleep with other people when you’re already married and committed to someone else?

“Yes. My husband and I...