My daughter pulled on my beach cover-up and said quietly, ‘Mommy, Daddy Told Me Not to Tell You What He and Uncle Jim Did in Our Hotel Room’

balcony. Jim’s constant glances at his screen. The morning Bruce slipped out alone for coffee and came back an hour later, saying the line had been long.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Bruce said, reaching for my hand across the table.

“Just tired.”

He squeezed my fingers.

“Tomorrow we’ll take it slow. Sleep in. Maybe brunch, just us.”

“Sure,” I said. My smile continue reading …