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Which was true. But it was also true that I needed distance from Daniel before I said something I couldn’t take back.
When I came home the next day, I was furious and ready to tell him everything.
I planned to tell him how much he’d hurt me, how small he’d made me feel, and how he’d turned our marriage into a transaction.
But as it turned out, karma beat me to it.
The house was too quiet when I walked in.
No TV. No clatter from the kitchen.
No sounds of life at all.
Daniel was sitting at the dining table, shoulders hunched, phone face down in front of him like it had personally betrayed him. He looked up when he heard me.
I didn’t answer right away.
I set my bag down slowly, taking in his tight jaw and bloodshot eyes. Something was wrong. He looked shaken in a way I’d never seen before.
He ran a hand through his hair.
That would’ve been funny yesterday.
“It’s about the car… I lent the car to Mike last night,” he said.
I blinked. “You what?”
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