Daniel looked up.
“Little late for that.”
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Mark turned sharply toward him.
Daniel lifted the photograph from inside his envelope.
Naturally, it was only a copy.
The originals were somewhere Mark would never find them.
The photograph showed Mark standing outside a hotel with Claire.
It wasn’t from years ago.
It wasn’t from when they
had been married.
It had been taken three weeks earlier.
Claire’s hand rested against his chest.
Mark had both arms around her waist.
And they were kissing.
A timestamp appeared across the bottom of the image.
No one spoke.
Claire slowly lowered her glass.
Something changed in Mark’s face.
It wasn’t embarrassment.
It wasn’t remorse.
It was calculation.
And somehow that frightened me more than rage would have.
His eyes settled on me.
“Where did you get that?”
A short laugh escaped me.
