“Emma, not now.”
“No.” My voice was weak, but steady. “Now.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
When he opened them, he looked like a man standing at the edge of a cliff he had always known was there.
“I didn’t only come because Nathan called,” he said.
The room seemed to tilt.
“What?”
He swallowed.
“I was already nearby.”
“Why?”
“Because Ryan called me that morning.”
My breath stopped.
“Ryan called you?”
Daniel nodded once.
“He didn’t know Nathan and I were still close. He thought I was just someone from your past. He asked to meet. Said he wanted advice about handling an ‘unstable wife’ before filing for divorce.”
The words moved through me slowly, each one colder than the last.
“You met him?”
“No. I told him I wasn’t interested. But something about the call felt wrong. Then Nathan called a few hours later saying he couldn’t reach you. That’s why I came so fast.”
I stared at him.
“Why didn’t you tell the police?”
“I did.”
Detective Bennett’s name flashed through my mind.
The looks.
The silences.
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