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’

and slipped down to the lobby. From the wide window overlooking the courtyard, I watched Bruce walk Lily into the kids’ club, kiss the top of her head, and then turn back toward the path alone.

I followed him at a distance, weaving between palm trees, until he turned into a small seaside café two blocks from the resort.

Through the window, I saw her.continue reading …