“You’re enjoying yourself.”
“That can also be supportive.”
I laughed.
Daniel saw that too.
His jaw tightened.
Rachel saw it.
That was the part that mattered.
Because the man beside me wasn’t a date.
He wasn’t a secret boyfriend.
He was Michael Lawson.
My first cousin.
Daniel had met him exactly once, sixteen years earlier.
Michael had changed enough that Daniel clearly didn’t recognize him.
And I didn’t tell him.
Not yet.
Daniel walked toward the elevators with Rachel.
Halfway across the lobby, he looked back.
Michael caught him.
“Well,” he said.
“What?”
“That man is not over you.”
“He is living with another woman.”
“That wasn’t what I said.”
Fifteen minutes later, my phone buzzed.
Daniel.
Who are you with?
I put the phone facedown.
I didn’t answer.
Five minutes later, another message appeared.
Claire. I asked you a question.
I stared at the screen.
My husband had walked
