Either way, she quickly turned toward Daniel.
“Happy anniversary, Daniel.”
He smiled at her.
“Thank you, Sofia. I’m glad you could make it.”
Their exchange was brief, but I noticed the way their eyes met and then immediately moved away.
It was enough.
During dinner, our son gave a speech about the sacrifices we had made for our family. Emily cried when she remembered how we had once driven through a snowstorm to attend one of her school performances.
Daniel held my hand beneath the table.
For a moment, I wanted to pull away.
Instead, I let him hold it.
I wanted to remember exactly how it felt to sit beside someone who could perform affection so convincingly while hiding such a devastating secret.
After dinner, the restaurant manager approached me and quietly asked whether I was ready.
I nodded.
The music stopped.
A microphone was brought to the center of the room.
