I was careful not to delete anything or alter the original records.
Then we looked at the message that had started my investigation.
It was short.
Tonight at eight. Same place. Daniel’s on his night shift.
The message had appeared on our shared tablet while Mark was in the shower. I hadn’t recognized the number, but something about the wording had made my stomach tighten.
I had asked Mark about it later that afternoon.
He told me it was a work-related appointment.
I had believed him enough to let him leave the house.
Not enough to stop following him.
Daniel read the message again.
“Same place,” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“So they’ve been meeting before.”
“It looks that way.”
He closed his eyes.
Then he asked me to show him the financial records.
I had not checked our accounts yet. I had been too focused on finding out whether Mark was cheating to consider what else he might be doing.
