Laura took Daniel’s medal and placed it around his neck.
He smiled down at her.
And something inside me went terribly quiet.
While I’d been worrying about his headache, Daniel had been preparing to spend the morning with another woman.
While I’d been quietly leaving the house so he could rest, he’d been getting ready for a race of his own.
And judging by the way Laura smiled at him, she didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with their relationship.
I started walking toward them.
I wasn’t sure what I intended to say.
I only knew I needed him to look at me.
I stopped a few feet behind him.
Then I asked:
“Is your headache feeling better?”
Daniel froze.
Laura stopped smiling.
Slowly, my husband turned around.
When he saw me, the color drained from his face.
“Claire?”
I looked at the medal hanging around his neck.
