My Husband Walked Into the Hotel With His Mistress. He Never Expected to See Me There.

prompting while we folded laundry on my couch.

“Dad’s staying with Uncle Mark for a while,” she said.

“Okay.”

“You don’t care?”

“I care that he is safe.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.”

She folded a towel. “Rachel called me.”

“Why?”

“She wanted to know if Dad had always been jealous.”

“What did you say?”

“That I wasn’t discussing your marriage.”

“Good.”

Lily looked at me. “Then she apologized.”

“For what?”

“For the parking lot.”

I remembered Rachel leaving Daniel’s car in a fitted white jacket while he