My Daughter Tugged on My Beach Dress and Whispered, ‘Mommy, Daddy Told Me Not to Tell You What He and Uncle Jim Did in Our Hotel Room’

“Everything okay?” I asked.

He looked up a little too quickly.

I nodded, pretending to believe him.

But when Bruce came back a few minutes later, neither man quite met my eyes.

After Lily fell asleep, Bruce stepped into the bathroom, leaving his phone facedown on the nightstand. I told myself I would not look. I told myself I trusted him.

I picked it up anyway.

The screen lit under my thumb. A message from Jim sat at the top, timestamped an hour ago.

“She agreed to meet again tomorrow.”