“The kitchen turned out incredible.

Claire picked out the tile for that kitchen back in 2019.”

The room went completely still.

I held a pair of Lily’s jeans in my hands, my thumbs pressing hard into the denim seam.

“2019?” I asked.

Max paused, his hand hovering over the suitcase zipper.

“What about it?”

“You told the divorce mediator you met Claire at a conference in November of 2020,” I said.