“Tell me everything.”
An hour later, we were sitting across from each other at a small café.
“I’ve watched Brooke for years,” Hannah leaned closer. “You’ve been looking at Daniel.” She paused. “I think you’ve been watching the wrong man.”
My heart skipped. “What are you talking about?”
“I think it’s my turn.”
“I only have pieces. Not the whole story. But I checked the phone records. The disappearing message wasn’t sent to Daniel’s private number.”
“Then whose?”
“I think you already know.”
Hannah slid a folded printout across the table. “The number belongs to Richard.”
I stared at it. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. I wanted to tell myself Hannah was wrong.
Once she planted the idea in my head, I couldn’t stop watching.
“The number belongs to Richard.”
Richard laughed at Brooke’s jokes before anyone else. She always seemed to know exactly where he was in the room. He watched her when she wasn’t looking.
Sometimes she’d lean down to whisper something only he could hear. Other times, I’d catch them sharing a glance that lasted just a heartbeat too long.
Every moment, taken alone, meant nothing. Together…
I wasn’t so sure anymore.
I’d catch them sharing a glance.
