G. Harmon. I sat with that name for three days before I pulled the thread. A consultancy registered in Delaware, two years old, with a billing address in Chicago. The sole director was listed as Gerard T. Harmon. Gerard. Not Gary. But the date of birth on the incorporation filing matched my husband’s exactly—down to the day. I kept searching.
There was a third name, which I found later and will get to. But G. Harmon was enough to understand that this was not simply a man having an affair. Affairs are human and terrible, and I had prepared myself, somewhere in the back of my mind, for the possibility. What I had not prepared for was a man with a second, parallel life.