Silence filled the line.
Then:
“Elise.”
His voice sounded smaller.
I remembered once loving that voice.
Now it sounded like a stranger’s.
“You hired a private investigator.”
“You had a mistress.”
“That’s not the point.”
I almost laughed.
“No, Daniel. That’s exactly the point.”
Another silence.
Then:
“We can fix this.”
The audacity was breathtaking.
“Can we?”
