Arthur looked down at the faded manila folder resting on his briefcase.

“She’s been doing this alone,” Arthur said.

“Without telling her husband.”

“Daniel just thinks I’m a desperate ex-wife,” Claire said.

Arthur put his glasses back on and adjusted the wire frames behind his ears.

“What does Daniel think you’re doing at the hotel?” Arthur asked.

“I don’t know,” Claire said.

“He looked at his heavy silver watch and assumed I’d tracked him down to cause a scene.”