Driving home, I took the road past the Cozy Corner Bistro.

I don’t know whether I expected to find Daniel or simply wanted to see the place in daylight, without candlelight making everything look kinder.

He was in the rear parking lot.

For an instant, the sight of him made me relieved.

I could ask.

He could explain.

The money could be somewhere safe, and I could be the embarrassed woman everyone already thought I was.

I parked and got out.