be here?”
“No.”
The answer was immediate, unconvincing.
“Daniel.”
“We talked about taking a weekend away.”
“Not here.”
“We talked about Columbus.”
“We live in Columbus.”
Michael lowered his eyes, and I nearly smiled. Rachel pressed on.
“You told me the conference hotel was booked.” BookHotels
His silence was enough. “There is no conference.”
“Rachel.”
“You said your vendor meeting was here Friday.”
“It got moved.”
“When?”
He couldn’t answer. Rachel laughed weakly, no longer looking triumphant. I recognized that exposed, embarrassed expression from my own earlier months. It didn’t mean I needed to rescue her. She had known about our marriage and accepted secrecy until it began hurting her.
“You brought me here because she was here.”
“No.”
“You booked a room in the exact hotel where her family wedding was happening.” BookHotels
“It’s a hotel, Rachel. People stay in hotels.”
“Forty-three minutes after you saw the invitation?”
Daniel
