and turned on me.
“This is what you wanted?”
“You booked the room.”
He had no response. I put my phone away and told him what his elaborate display had concealed.
“You brought another woman on your arm, Daniel. You just couldn’t tolerate the possibility that I might have another man on mine.”
His expression held some combination of shame, anger, and regret; I didn’t stay to separate them. Michael returned, and I took his arm because my family was waiting in the reception room and he’d saved me lemon
