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’

felt like a mask I had glued on.

Bruce’s phone buzzed against the table.

Neither man quite met my eyes.

He glanced at the screen, and the color drained from his face for just a second.

“Excuse me,” he said, forcing a smile. “I need to take this.”

Before I could answer, he was already walking toward the terrace outside the restaurant.

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