“Ryan asked me not to tell anyone.”
“I know.”
“I didn’t want to break his trust.”
“And I’m not asking why you kept his secret. I’m asking why nobody found a way to tell me enough that I didn’t spend half the night thinking my marriage was over.”
Emma’s eyes filled.
“I thought I was protecting Ryan’s trust.”
She swallowed.
“I didn’t realize I was breaking yours.”
That hurt more than I expected.
David stepped closer.
“I handled it badly.”
I looked at him.
“Very badly.”
“I should have told Ryan that once you thought it was an affair, keeping everything secret wasn’t possible anymore.”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
There was no excuse attached.
That helped.
Emma took my hand.
“Can we still do this?”
I looked at my daughter in her robe, at Ryan standing beside her, at David, and finally at the ballroom doors where the other Laura had disappeared.
