“I’m going to make a call this afternoon.
I want you both to go home, act normally, and do not confront him.
Do not give him any indication that anything has changed.”
“He’s already suspicious,” Ava said.
“He cornered me last night.”
Patricia looked up sharply.
“What did he say?”
“He said I could talk to him about anything.
He was checking whether I’d told her.” Ava nodded toward me.
“He does that.
He asks soft questions and watches your face.”
“Then we move tonight.” Patricia stood.
“Go home.
Make dinner.
I’ll call you by eight.”
We drove home in near silence.
Ava stared out the passenger window.
I kept both hands on the wheel and thought about the first year after Chloe’s passing — how Daniel had held me while I cried, how he had spoken at her memorial, how he had said her name like it cost him something.
All of it performance.
Every tear a calculation.
Daniel was home when we arrived, earlier than usual.
He was in the kitchen, and he had already started dinner.
Pasta.
He was stirring the sauce when we walked in.
“Thought I’d cook tonight,” he said.
He smiled at me.
Then he looked at Ava.
“How was your day?”
“Fine,” she said.
“I went for a drive.
Cleared my head.”
“Good.” He turned back to the stove.
“That’s good.”
I set my bag down and went upstairs to change.
In the bedroom, I checked my phone.
No message from Patricia yet.
I changed my clothes and went back down.
We ate dinner.
Daniel talked about the news, about a road closure near his office, about whether we should repaint the back fence before winter.
I answered everything.
Ava answered everything.
The pasta was good.
I told him so.
After dinner, he poured himself a whiskey and settled into his chair.
At 8:12, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I stood up and said I was going to check on the laundry.
In the hallway, I read Patricia’s message.
*Detective Reyes will be at your home tomorrow at 10 a.m.
Do not tell Daniel.
If he leaves the house before then, call me immediately.*
I put the phone back in my pocket and walked back into the living room.
Daniel looked up.
“Everything okay?”
“Laundry’s done,” I said, and sat back down.
He looked at me for just a moment longer than necessary.
