That sentence rested in the air,
simple and devastating.
I stood and walked to the window, because I needed a moment where she couldn’t see my face.
Below, in the driveway, I could see the red sports car beneath the lights.
My money.
My home.
My family.
My wife in a guest room.
“What else?” I asked.
Emma was quiet for so long I turned back.
She looked afraid again, but not of me.
“Daniel, before I tell you everything, I need you to promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t act tonight.”
I stared at her. “Emma—”
“Please.” Her voice trembled but did not break. “I know you want answers. I know you want to fix it immediately. But if you confront them without knowing what they’ve done, they’ll hide the rest. And there is a rest.”
The way she said it made the room feel colder.
