“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 back at the phone. Then he sat down again.
For a while, neither of us spoke.
Finally he asked, “How long?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you know before tonight?”
“No.”
“You suspected Dad?”
I nodded.
“Late nights. Hiding his phone. Perfume.”
Daniel gave a short, broken laugh.
“Perfume.”
Then he covered his face.
“I bought her that perfume.”
I put my hand on his back.
After a minute, he said, “Show me everything.”
So I did.
The message on our shared tablet.
“Tonight at 8. Same place. Daniel’s on his night shift.”
The hotel.
Jenna’s car.
Mark meeting her outside.
Daniel stared at the message.
“‘Same place.'”
“Yes.”
“So this wasn’t the first time.”
