“How are you this calm?”“I’m not.”
I held up my trembling hands.
“I followed your father for 20 miles. I watched Jenna pull in. I took pictures because I knew if I didn’t, they could look us in the face tomorrow and say we imagined it.”
Daniel looked at the phone again, then sat down.
We remained silent for a while.
Finally, he asked, “How long?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you know before tonight?”
“No.”
“You suspected Dad?” GetParenting Tips
I nodded.
“Late nights. Hiding his phone. Perfume.”
Daniel gave a bitter laugh.
“Perfume.”
Then he covered his face.
“I bought her that perfume.”
I rested my hand on his back.
After a minute, he said, “Show me everything.”
So I showed him the message I’d found on our shared tablet.
“Tonight at 8. Same place. Daniel’s on his night shift.”
The hotel footage. Jenna’s car. Mark meeting her outside.Daniel stared at the message.
