Claire was lifting them off my dining table while Daniel’s wife still had a forkful of lamb halfway to her mouth.
Plates with food on them. People were not done, but she was clearing up anyway. In my house.
But let me back up. Not far, I promise.
That’s where the night really turned.
I was four months pregnant. Mark and I had been married seven months.
He was kind, he was thoughtful, and he remembered how I took my tea. He also could not go three days without telling me what Claire used to do.
« Claire always warmed the plates. »
« Claire never bought that brand. »
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