There were two of us who had been robbed.

Neither of us yet knew that before the sun came up, we would find something worse than the affair — worse, even, than the fraud.

Chapter 8 — Look at the Dates

At ten past two the next morning, Daniel sat across from me in a booth at a twenty-four-hour diner two blocks from the hospital, and I spread bank statements and travel records across the table between the coffee cups.

At first he defended her.

Of course he did; she was his wife, and the mother of the child he believed was his.