He found out from Catherine.
Not intentionally, Catherine hadn't known she was telling him anything significant. She'd called on Saturday morning for the particular kind of conversation she and Julia had fallen into over the past weeks, easy and honest, the kind that happened between two women who had found each other useful in the best sense of the word.
Julia had mentioned the letter.
Not as a confession. Just as something that was sitting with her. The way you mentioned things to people you trusted when things needed air.
Catherine had listened.
Said the right things.
And then called Daniel afterward because she was his mother, and she'd decided the information was relevant to him, and she wasn't going to pretend otherwise.
She told him simply.
Julia had received a job offer. E
