“That’s her decision to make. After she hears the truth. Not before.”
He said nothing for a long moment, staring at some point on my kitchen floor like it might tell him what to do.
Then he nodded, once.
I grabbed my keys off the hook by the door.
“I’m following you.”
Neither of us said a word the whole drive over. I kept one eye on his taillights in front of me and one hand braced against the car seat where June slept, oblivious to the fact that she was on her way to decide, in some small way, the rest of her parents’ marriage. I remember thinking, at a red light two blocks from their house, that I still had time to turn around, to let Daniel handle this alone the way he’d asked to at first. I didn’t take it. Some things, once you know them, you can’t hand back.
