When six arrived, Claire ushered him into the car without much conversation. The boys were unusually excited, whispering and bouncing in the back seat. Daniel studied Claire’s profile in the passing light, her expression calm but unreadable. Every turn of the wheel felt like a step closer to humiliation.
They pulled up outside a rented hall. Claire parked and said nothing, only nodding toward the door. Daniel’s pulse hammered. His mind filled with images of her with another man, perhaps even the one who’d written the card. His hand hesitated on the door handle, dread souring his stomach.