“He hasn’t told you anything, has he?”
I blinked.
“Told me what?”
Mark looked toward Daniel’s office, then back at me. His eyes filled with tears.
“I thought he would have told you by now,” he whispered.
A cold feeling settled in my stomach.
“Mark, you’re frightening me. What’s going on?”
He rubbed his face with one hand.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be the one telling you this. But seeing you standing here, smiling like that, carrying his lunch…” His voice broke. “I just can’t pretend anymore.”
My fingers tightened around the basket handle.
“Please,” I said. “Tell me what you’re talking about.”
Mark took a shaky breath.
“Your husband has been carrying something alone for months. And I don’t think you understand how much he’s been struggling.”
For a moment, I wondered whether Daniel had been having an affair. The thought arrived suddenly and painfully, bringing with it a thousand questions I had never imagined asking.
