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’

my thumb. A message from Jim sat at the top, timestamped an hour ago.

“She agreed to meet again tomorrow.”

I read it three times. My hands shook so badly I nearly dropped the phone. She. Meet again.

The bathroom door creaked and I set the phone back exactly as I had found it. Bruce came out in a t-shirt, rubbing his eyes.

“Coming to bed?”

“In a minute.”

He continue reading …