Jenna’s number appeared far more frequently than I’d expected.
The calls stretched back months.
Daniel leaned over my shoulder.
“Go back.”
I scrolled further.
There were calls before the wedding.
One lasted twenty-seven minutes, six days before Daniel married her. Another came two days before, and another early the morning after their rehearsal dinner.
Daniel pushed his chair back.
“Mom, stop.”
I closed the laptop.
He stared at the floor.
“She married me anyway.”
I didn’t know what to say.
At midnight, Mark texted.
Working late. Don’t wait up.
Daniel read it.
“Answer him.”
“What do I say?”
“Say okay.”
I did.
Mark came home after one.
Daniel had already left, and I was pretending to sleep.
Mark showered before getting into bed.
That detail haunted me.
He’d carefully washed another woman off before lying beside his wife.
Then he kissed my shoulder.“Love you.”
