hotel furious, what happens?”
“I don’t care.”
“I do.”
He stared at me.
“How are you this calm?”
“I’m not.”
I held up my hands. They were shaking.
“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
