“And honestly,” he said, “she’s not the only woman I’ve spent time with during my trips.”
He sounded almost proud of himself.
All those months came back at once, the sleepless nights and the cold bottles, and all that time he had been laughing with someone on a pier.
I looked down at my daughters.
They deserved so much better.
And then, unexpectedly, my anger gave way to an almost frightening calm.
It was the calm I feel in a code, when the monitors start screaming and everyone else panics and my hands finally go still.
Because I had just remembered something Dillon had completely overlooked.
I knew exactly how to wipe the smile off his face.
“You know something, darling?” I said softly.
“I think I understand now.”
His shoulders relaxed, clearly believing I was ready to accept his excuses.
“There’s just one little thing you’ve forgotten,” I said.
