Mark checking around nervously.
Lauren avoiding the cameras.
The speed with which he rushed her away afterward.
He wasn’t hiding Lauren from daycare staff.
He was hiding her from me.
Mark came home around seven carrying takeout neither of us touched.
The second he saw me sitting in the dark living room clutching my phone, he froze.
“Emily?”
I stood slowly.
“What was Lauren doing at Ava’s daycare?”
The color drained from his face instantly.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then quietly:
“How do you know about that?”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“That’s your concern?”
“Emily, listen—”
“No. You answer the question.”
He rubbed both hands down his face.
And suddenly I knew.
Not suspected.
Knew.
