He stood in the quiet it left behind for a long moment. Then he went back inside to find his daughter. Diane was sitting on the couch when he came back up, both hands pressed flat on her knees, staring at the middle distance. Ray sat down across from her and said nothing. Let her find her way to it. It took a few minutes. “How long have you known?”
“Since this morning. The photographer called me two days ago.” He paused. “Marcus recognized him from the wedding photos. He’d been digging.” Diane nodded slowly. “I knew something was wrong,” she said quietly. “I found something on his phone before the wedding. I let him explain it away because I wanted it to be real.” She looked at her hands.