but they’d combined expenses and were saving toward a house.
Then we checked phone activity.
Jenna’s number appeared far more often than I expected.
Not for weeks.
For months.
Daniel leaned over my shoulder.
“Go back.”
I did.
There were calls before the wedding.
A 27-minute call six days before Daniel married her.
Another two days before.
Another early morning after the rehearsal dinner.
Daniel pushed his chair back. “Mom, stop.”
I closed the laptop.
He stared at the floor. “She married me anyway.”
I didn’t know what to say.
