the weather.”
I told her about the charge. She fell quiet. “The wedding hotel?”
“Yes.”
“Same dates?”
“Yes.”
“Did he tell you he was attending?”
“He isn’t invited.”
“Do you know why he booked it?”
Beyond my glass office wall, coworkers were good-naturedly disputing printer paper. “I think I do.”
“Claire.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t confront him.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Screenshot it.”
“I already did.”
She laughed lightly. “You make my job easier.”
I forwarded her the charge. Daniel had breached the agreement, perhaps through absentmindedness, or perhaps because separate financial
