David kept his eyes on Ethan.
“Go on.”
Ethan swallowed.
“About five weeks ago, after dinner, we kissed.”
I remembered the Italian restaurant.
The tiramisu.
The evening he’d come home after eleven and gone straight to the shower.
David’s hands tightened around the arms of his chair.
“Was that all?”
Vanessa began speaking.
“It wasn’t planned, David. I was lonely, and Ethan understood what I was going through.”
David looked at her.
“I’ve spent months trying to understand what you’re going through.”
She wiped her cheeks.
“You were always working.”
“Which is why I cut back my travel schedule and agreed to counseling.”
Her expression changed.
I thought of the anniversary photograph.
It hadn’t proved their marriage was happy.
But it had reflected a marriage David was actively trying to repair.
Ethan looked at me.
“Claire, I never meant for things to go this far.”
“How far?”
He lowered his head.
I waited.
Then he whispered, “We slept together.”
I stopped breathing for a moment.
David stood.
Vanessa covered her mouth.
“When?” I asked.
