— I didn’t know how to tell you.
— So you decided lying was easier.
Daniel rubbed his face.
— I was going to tell you when I got home.
Emily suddenly glanced at him.
Something passed between them.
Something secret.
I noticed.
— Tell me what, exactly?
Daniel froze.
Emily whispered:
— Daniel…
— No, I said. Tell me.
He looked completely defeated.
— I was going to ask for a divorce.
The words landed harder than I expected.
But somehow I already knew there was more.
Then I saw a folder on the hotel desk.
A real-estate company logo was printed across the top.
I walked over and opened it.
Daniel rushed forward.
— Laura, don’t.
Too late.
Inside was a lease agreement.
A two-bedroom apartment.
Signed six days earlier.
Daniel Miller.
Emily Carter.
My vision blurred.
— You rented an apartment together.
Neither answered.
I flipped through the papers.
Move-in date: next Monday.
The day after Daniel was supposed to return home.