I shook my head.
“You found a way to protect everyone except your wife.”
He had no answer to that.
Then I remembered the bakery.
“Why were you there with her?”
David glanced at Ryan’s mother.
“She wanted to see something connected to the wedding.”
She spoke before he could continue.
“I knew I wasn’t invited.”
Ryan looked away.
“I asked David about the cake. He told me where it was being made.”
David sighed.
“I shouldn’t have taken her there.”
“But you did.”
“Yes.”
They had visited a few weeks earlier. She had seen the design photos and learned the bakery handling the order.
And apparently, she had learned something else.
I looked at her.
“What’s your name?”
She hesitated.
Then she said, “Laura.”
I stared at her.
Laura.
The baker’s words came back immediately.
I was specifically told not to release it to Laura.
