She had known them. Known enough. More than enough. By the time he got home, he knew exactly what he had to do. He didn’t say anything that night. Didn’t look at her differently. Didn’t accuse. Didn’t slip. He ate dinner at the table with Rosalind and Willow and Eli like he hadn’t just found out the woman across from him had built herself out of his wife’s absence.
He listened to Willow talk about school. Watched Eli grin at something stupid. Let Rosalind pour him tea with hands that didn’t shake nearly enough. If Claire noticed anything, she didn’t show it. That was fine. He didn’t need her to panic yet. He just needed her to stay. After dinner, when Willow and Eli disappeared upstairs, Jack found Rosalind in the kitchen rinsing mugs.