She told Daniel on a Wednesday morning before school.
Not because Wednesday was significant, but because Daniel had chess club on Thursday and football on Friday and she'd learned from the birthday bath conversation that the right moment was when he was still and unscheduled. Wednesday mornings before school had a specific quality — he was always slightly philosophical on Wednesdays, which she'd noticed without ever establishing why.
He was eating his cereal at the kitchen table. Leonardo was in the living room finishing a call, which she'd timed deliberately, because some conversations needed to start with just the two of them.
"I need to tell you something," she said.
He looked up.
"Leonardo and I are going to get married," she said.
He looked at her. His face did the thing it did
