My mother went pale. “Oh my God.”
“I didn’t want to believe it,” I said. “I hired a private investigator because I thought maybe I was imagining things. Maybe I was turning into the jealous husband you kept implying I was.” I gave a small, humorless smile. “Turns out I was being generous.”
Emily’s chair scraped back. “You invaded my privacy?”
“You announced another man’s child at my family’s table.”
Her eyes flashed. “You have no idea what our marriage has been like.”
“No,” I said. “I know exactly what it’s been like.”
She grabbed her purse, hands shaking. “This conversation is over.”
I stood as well. “It’s just beginning.”
She headed toward the front hallway, and just before she reached the door, my mother spoke.
“Emily,” Diane said quietly, “does Daniel know?”
