I laughed bitterly.
— You brought another woman to a resort after telling your wife you needed to “be alone,” and now you’re worried about where we have this conversation?
The woman stepped back.
— I should go upstairs.
Daniel immediately turned toward her.
— Emily, wait.
Emily.
Now I had a name.
I hated how gently
he said it.
Like her feelings mattered.
I followed them toward the hotel.
Neither of them stopped me.
Inside the elevator, nobody spoke.
Daniel stared at the floor.
Emily folded her arms.
My hands were shaking so badly that I had to hide them inside my jacket pockets.
When the elevator doors opened, Emily walked toward a room at the end of the hallway.
Daniel followed.
So did I.
She unlocked the door.
The moment I stepped inside, everything became clear.
There were two suitcases beside the bed.
Daniel’s black suitcase.
And a large cream-colored suitcase beside it.