“So… he still believes the surrogacy story?”
I stopped.
Renee laughed softly.
“Every single word.”
My heartbeat filled my ears.
“So… he still believes the surrogacy story?”
Daniel said something too low for me to catch.
Then Renee answered, “Next week we’ll finally move in.”
I never heard the rest.
My knees buckled, and I slid down the siding until I was sitting in the flower bed, mulch damp beneath my palms.
Move in?
Daniel had keys to every renovation property we worked on. My mind didn’t wonder which house Renee meant.
“Next week we’ll finally move in.”
By the time I climbed back into my truck, the worst answer had already settled inside me.
I never went in.
***
Back at work hours later, Daniel looked up from the open wall where he was measuring pipe.
“Everything okay?”
I forced myself to nod. “Yeah.”
He smiled and handed me a fitting.
Nothing about him looked guilty.
That made it worse.
