know before tonight?”
“No.”
“You suspected Dad?”
I nodded.
“Late nights. Hiding his phone. Perfume.”
Daniel gave a short, broken laugh.
“Perfume.”
Then he covered his face.
“I bought her that perfume.”
I put my hand on his back.
After a minute, he said, “Show me everything.”
So I did.
The message on our shared tablet.
“Tonight at 8. Same place. Daniel’s on his night shift.”
The hotel.
Jenna’s car.
Mark meeting her outside.
Daniel stared at the message.
“‘Same place.’”
“Yes.”
“So this wasn’t the first time.”
“No.”
He
