I should have addressed it then. Should have explained that seeing Marcus had caught me off guard but didn’t mean anything. Instead, I chose silence, hoping the moment would pass.
The explosion came the moment we walked through our front door.
David turned to face me with an expression I’d never seen before. Hurt mixed with anger, mixed with something that looked almost like betrayal.
His voice was carefully controlled when he asked why I hadn’t warned him that Marcus would be there. I tried to explain that I hadn’t known, that Jake had never mentioned working with him.
But David wasn’t listening to my explanations. He was focused on something else entirely. The way I’d looked when I’d seen Marcus. The way I’d tensed up. The way I’d seemed to retreat into myself.
The argument escalated quickly, fueled by wine and emotions we’d both been holding back for too long.
