“I am now.” There was a rustle. “What happened?”
Emily looked at the wedding photograph above the fireplace. Daniel smiling proudly, one hand at her waist. Emily at twenty, glowing with the reckless faith of someone who had not yet learned that loyalty could become a cage. Between them, in a later photo beside it, six-year-old Noah grinned with two missing front teeth, holding a Little League trophy Daniel had missed him receiving because of a “client emergency.”
“I think my marriage ended tonight,” Emily said.
The silence on the line changed shape. David, seven years younger but protective since childhood, became fully alert.
“What do you need?”
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