I sat on the edge of the bed.
- I want to. But first, I need to talk to my daughter.
I called Sarah.
She replied instantly.
- Mom, are you okay?
- Sarah, tell me something. How do you know Daniel?
My daughter was crying.
“Mom, when Dad was in the hospital, this man was often next to him. One day I saw them together in the hallway. Daddy was crying and Daniel was holding his shoulders.
- So what?
- Then Dad asked Michael and me not to tell you anything.
My heart has squeezed.
- What not to tell?
Sarah fell silent.
- Mom, I can’t explain it on the phone. We’ll come.
I shut down my phone and looked at Daniel for a long time.
- Do you know what she’s talking about?
He sat across from me.