It was a mistake.”
“Maybe.”
Rachel grew quieter. “When did you book the room?”
Daniel said nothing. She looked to me. I remembered Melissa’s warning against turning proceedings into a spectacle. But this was a specific question with a verifiable answer.
“Tuesday, August eighteenth.”
Daniel briefly shut his eyes.
“Why does that matter?”
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He and I looked at each other. He understood.
“Daniel came to the house that afternoon.”
“For what?”
“His winter coats.”
“What does that have to do with this?”
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Rachel worked it out. “What time?”
“This is insane.” Daniel muttered.
She ignored him. “What time did he book the room?”
I checked the screenshot. “Four forty-three.”
“And he was at your house when?”
“He left just before four.”
Rachel faced him. “You booked this hotel after you found out she would
