Daniel’s face hardened.
“We were stressed about the wedding.”
“You were never home.”
“I was working overtime to help pay for the wedding.”
“I know.”
“Then don’t rewrite it.”
Mark tried to step in.
“We crossed a line.”
I looked at him.
“It got out of control.”
“No.”
He frowned.
“What?”
“Things do not accidentally get out of control for four months.”
His face tightened.
“You make choices for four months.”
“Carol, you don’t know everything.”
“Then explain.”
He didn’t.
So I placed the hotel charges on the table.
Then the phone records.
Then the photograph outside the hotel.
Mark stared at it.
Jenna covered her mouth.
Daniel placed copies of the bank transfers beside them.
Her eyes widened.
“What is that?”
He looked at her.
“You tell me.”
She stared down.
“Almost nine thousand dollars.”
“I can explain.”
“I’d love that.”
Then she started talking.
