changed in his face.
He knew.
We sat down.
Nobody touched the food.
Jenna tried first.
“Okay. This is weird.”
Daniel looked straight at her.
“How long have you been sleeping with my father?”
No buildup.
No speech.
Jenna’s face emptied.
Mark immediately said, “Daniel—”
“No.”
Daniel didn’t raise his voice.
“I asked my wife.”
Jenna looked at me. Then Mark.
That was answer enough.
Daniel leaned back.
“Wow.”
“Daniel, please.”
“How long?”
She started crying.
“Please don’t do this like this.”
He laughed.
“How would you prefer I find
