“She wasn’t actually his wife.”
I stared at him.
“Then why have you called me the second wife for twenty years?”
Mark looked toward the restaurant.
Then pulled out his phone.
His fingers moved across the screen.
“Mom sent us some old pictures a few months ago.”
He found one.
Then handed me the phone.
Daniel was standing in the photograph.
Young Daniel.
Maybe twenty-five.
Thinner.
More hair.
A nervous smile.
Beside him stood a young woman.
She was wearing a wedding dress.Rent Evening Dresses
My stomach dropped.
But that wasn’t what made my hands begin shaking.
Around her neck was a small gold pendant.
I knew that pendant.
I had worn it hundreds of times.
Daniel gave it to me on our first anniversary.
I looked at Mark.
“Who is she?”
His face tightened.
“You need to ask Daniel.”
“I’m asking you.”
“Her name was Joanna.”
