into a hotel holding his mistress’s hand, yet somehow he still believed I owed him an explanation about the man beside me.
And what Daniel didn’t know was that his jealousy had already been noticed by the one person standing closest to him.
The Hawthorne Hotel lobby was ordinary, which made Daniel’s entrance feel even more ridiculous. Michael had flown in for Allison’s wedding, and within thirty minutes we were laughing about childhood summers and the time I fell off a dock. That was the exact moment Daniel walked in with Rachel beside him, their hands linked and deliberately displayed.
Daniel was laughing until he saw me beside Michael. His smile disappeared, his eyes moved from me to Michael, and his fingers loosened around Rachel’s hand so quickly that she noticed. When Michael asked who he was, I said, “My husband,” while Rachel recognized me from the parking lot outside
