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’

I watched him lower his voice the moment he answered. He kept turning slightly away, as if making sure no one could read his lips.

A minute later, Jim’s phone lit up too.

He read the message, locked the screen almost immediately, and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

“She agreed to meet again tomorrow.”

“Everything okay?” I asked.

He looked up a continue reading …