He was talking animatedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
She smiled down at him.
My first thought was simple.
Wrong address.
There had to be an explanation.
Daniel might own the property as an investment.
Maybe they were tenants.
That made sense.
Then another person stepped through the door.
Daniel.
I stopped breathing.
He wasn’t wearing the clothes he left home in.
Comfort.
Affection.
Familiarity.
Daniel nodded.
The SUV drove away.
He stood in the driveway until it disappeared.
Then he went back inside.
Alone.
I sat behind the wheel for nearly five minutes.
My mind kept trying to form conclusions.
Affair.
Second family.
Secret child.
But I didn’t know.
And I refused to turn uncertainty into certainty just because I was hurt.
I took a photo of the building.
Then I drove home.
Daniel returned at 4:40.
By then, I had showered, changed clothes, and joined two work calls.
