On the drive to work, he replayed the words over and over: Here’s to celebrate everything that you do, my love. They didn’t sound like something a stranger would write. It had to mean intimacy. Each repetition deepened his certainty, Claire wasn’t done hiding, and tonight she might finally slip.
Claire texted mid-afternoon: Be ready at six. No explanation. Daniel stared at the message until his vision blurred, convinced it was connected to the card. Maybe tonight she’d reveal the lover. Maybe she was bold enough to bring Daniel into the orbit of her secret life.