found hotel charges on a credit card Mark and I shared.
Three of them.
The latest one was from the hotel where I’d followed him.
Daniel said, “So Dad was paying for rooms with your money.”
“Our money.”
“Mom.”
“I know.”
That afternoon, Mark called.
“What are you doing for dinner?”
I stared at the kitchen wall.
“Not sure.”
“Want me to pick something up?”
“No. Daniel might stop by.”
Mark paused.
“Everything okay with him?”
“I think he’s having some marriage problems.”
Another pause.
“Oh?”
“Apparently.”
“What’s going on?”
