Daniel’s attention sharpened.
“Where?” he asked.
Madison opened her mouth.
“Madison,” Jason said again, louder this time.
The bailiff looked over.
Madison’s courage vanished like a candle in a draft. She shook her head once, backing away.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
Then she turned and walked back to Jason.
He placed a hand on the small of her back, gentle enough for the room, firm enough for her to understand.
I watched them leave through the opposite door, and for a moment I was not looking at my husband and his mistress.
I was looking at a pattern.
One I knew too well.
In the consultation room, Daniel closed the door and pulled out his phone.
“You heard what she said,” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“Do you know his mother’s maiden name?”
