My husband sent another woman a huge bouquet of white roses and pink peonies with a card signed “Love, Daniel,” and by one careless mistake, those flowers arrived at our house instead.

flowers to the wrong house.” Daniel swallowed and spoke my name: “Claire.” I met his eyes. “But the answer arrived exactly where it needed to.”

Chapter 2: The confrontation

Daniel sat, which frightened me more than shouting; he seemed prepared for a long conversation. “Claire,” he began. I stayed standing. “No. Don’t start with my name.” He asked, “What do you want me to say?” In disbelief I repeated, “What do I want you to say?” He said, “I mean, you’re obviously upset.”

“Obviously?” He retreated with “I didn’t mean