Twenty-five years ago when I turned our life upside down by having an affair with Stephanie’s best friend, we didn’t know where to turn. Poor Stephanie went to the Christian bookstore to find some sort of help, but there was only one book dealing with affairs: The Myth of the Greener Grass by Alan Peterson. She purchased the book hoping that the woman at the checkout couldn’t see her shame. Both of us devoured it, looking for hope and looking for answers. It was a good start, but books …