Claire’s phone buzzed constantly now. Sometimes she slipped outside to answer, pacing in the dark. Through the window, Daniel watched her silhouetted by porch light, gesturing animatedly. He imagined her whispering to a lover, arranging meetings. His chest tightened with every muffled word, though he couldn’t hear a single one.
The more he observed, the clearer the picture seemed. Every laugh, every hushed call, every unexplained trip aligned into one damning conclusion. Daniel began rehearsing confrontations in the mirror, words sharp and final. Yet he always faltered, because the test results hadn’t arrived, and doubt still demanded proof.