evening, Daniel came home at his usual time.
He kissed my cheek, asked whether I had bought coffee, and complained about a difficult meeting.
I watched him unpack his work bag.
“How was your afternoon?” I asked.
“Busy.”
“Did you have lunch with anyone?”
He looked up.
“Why?”
“No reason. I was just asking.”
He closed the bag.
“Claire, if you have something to say, say it.”
I took a breath.
“I saw you at a restaurant this afternoon.”
For one brief moment, his expression changed.
Then he laughed.
“Which
