“Because I look like her?”

Daniel nodded.

“And you also resemble Mark.”

I finally understood.

Daniel hadn’t reacted to Evan’s clothes.

Or his hair.

Or his tattoos.

He had recognized something from his past.

“I still think Evan should leave before Mark gets here,” Daniel said.

“No,” I replied.

Daniel looked at me.

“Sarah.”

I turned toward Evan.

“You can leave if that’s what you want. You can stay somewhere else in the house until Mark leaves. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Then I looked back at Daniel.

“But you’ve spent almost twenty years avoiding one conversation.”

Daniel frowned.

“What conversation?”

“The one where you tell Mark how you actually felt about the way he treated Claire.”

Daniel didn’t get the chance to answer.

The doorbell rang.

Nobody moved.

A few seconds later, it rang again.

Daniel looked at Evan.

Then at me.

Finally, he walked to the door.