Chapter 61
DANIEL
I lay awake most of that night with the photo still sitting on the kitchen counter downstairs, unable to make myself throw it away and unable to look at it again either. I believed Nora. That much had settled into place fairly quickly, the crop line too obvious once she'd pointed it out, Leo's calm, unbothered denial matching hers too precisely for either of them to be lying in coordination without me somehow sensing the seams.
But believing them didn't answer the question that actually mattered. Someone had built that photograph. Someone had taken a real, harmless afternoon and cut it down into something ugly enough to hand me, timed precisely enough to land in the middle of weeks I'd already spent circling suspicion of my own wife. That kind of precision didn't come
