He looked at me.

“I’ll answer anything you want to know.”

I considered that.

Earlier, I’d wanted every detail.

Every lunch.

Every message.

Every lie.

But now I understood that knowing every detail wouldn’t change the central truth.

“You lied to both of us,” I said.

“Yes.”

“You told Laura we were separated.”

“Yes.”

“You continued coming home to me.”

He nodded.

“And you probably would have continued living both lives if I hadn’t seen you today.”

Daniel hesitated.

Then he whispered:

“Probably.”

The answer hurt.

But at least it was honest.

Finally.

I took a breath.

“That’s enough for tonight.”

He stared at me.

“Do you hate me?”

I thought carefully.

“No.”

He looked surprised.

“Why not?”

I lowered my eyes.

“Because I loved you this morning.”

Daniel’s face crumpled.

“At seven o’clock, I loved you, and I thought you were sick.”