honestly thought I had misunderstood him.
Maybe he said he was calling Claire.
Maybe he was leaving early tomorrow.
Something normal.
Then the knife slipped from my hand and hit the cutting board.
“Claire?”
Daniel looked tired.
Not ashamed.
Not frightened.
Not even especially guilty.
Just tired.
“My sister Claire?”
“Yes.”
I stared at him.
He sighed.
“Please don’t start screaming.”
“I haven’t said anything.”
“I know how this is going to go, Jenna.”
“Then explain it to me.”
My voice sounded strangely calm.
“Explain how my husband of eighteen
