“She obviously knows now.”
He rubbed both hands over his face.
Sabrina folded her arms.
“Aren’t you going after her?”
He should have.
But some instinct held him in place.
Because Claire’s expression had not looked like the expression of a woman who had just discovered something.
It looked like the expression of a woman confirming something she already knew.
And for the first time that night, Daniel felt afraid.
Sabrina stepped back.
“Call me when you figure out what you’re doing.”
She walked toward the hotel.
Daniel didn’t follow her either.
He stood alone beneath the glowing hotel sign, surrounded by strangers who had no idea a marriage had just quietly died on the sidewalk.
He reached home shortly after midnight.
Every light downstairs was on.
The kitchen smelled like coffee.
Claire sat on the living-room couch wearing gray sweatpants and an old Northwestern sweatshirt, reading a novel as if it were any normal Friday night.
