never Daniel’s mistress. Not once during your marriage.”
“Then how did you know about the red light?”
Her jaw tightened.
“Because Daniel was on his way to meet me that night.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
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“We were supposed to see each other. Daniel never showed up. Later, I heard he’d hit some woman in a crosswalk and taken her to the hospital.”
Some woman.
Me.
“You were dating him?”
“Yes.”
“And after he met me?”
“He ended things with me.”
There was no pride in her answer.
Still, something wasn’t adding up.
I looked toward Monica’s house.
The same house she had inherited from her parents nine years earlier.
The house beside ours.
The house from which she had watched Daniel raise our children and tend to his trees year after year.
“If you weren’t having an affair with him, then why come back here? Why watch
