Daniel stiffened.
—I don't know what you're talking about.
—The woman who sleeps in our bed when I take our son to kindergarten.
Her face has turned pale.
And there you have it.
The truth.
I no longer needed proof.
—Ethan told me — I added.
That's what broke him.
Not the accusation.
Not the evidence.
But this secret had affected his son.
"She shouldn't have said anything," he murmured.
I felt a silent anger coursing through me.
—You shouldn't have put him in that situation.
Daniel stood up abruptly.
—It's not what you think.
The universal phrase of the guilty.
—Then explain it to me.
