“The hotel photo wasn’t meant for Daniel.”
Richard’s shoulders sagged. Daniel stared at his father.
Greg let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “You…” His voice cracked. “My wife… and my father?”
Neither of them answered. Richard lowered his head. Brooke pressed the papers against her chest as if they could somehow disappear. Then Greg quietly set his wedding ring on the table.
“I think we’re done here.”
He walked toward the house without looking back.
“My wife… and my father?”
I picked up my empty casserole dish.
For eleven years, I’d been the woman everyone overlooked.
Funny how the truth could change an entire family.
This time…
Nobody asked me to do the dishes.
