“My brothers. Mom. A few people who were there.”
“Joanna’s family?”
“Yes.”
“Do you still speak to them?”
Daniel hesitated.
“Christmas cards sometimes.”
Another thing I hadn’t known.
I looked at him.
“No more.”
His face tightened.
“No more what?”
“No more discovering pieces.”
He nodded.
“If there is anything else, you tell me now.”
“There isn’t.”
I stared at him.
“Think carefully.”
He did.
Then shook his head.
“There isn’t.”
I picked up the tape.
“I don’t know what happens to us after tonight.”
“I understand.”
“I don’t know if I can wear the pendant again.”
His eyes moved toward my jewelry box upstairs as though he could see through the ceiling.
“Okay.”
“Don’t tell me it’s okay.”
He nodded.
“Fair.”
“And your brothers never call me the second wife again.”
From somewhere in the hallway, Mark’s voice suddenly called:
