understand it.
So I smiled, told him I respected his decision and even helped him pack.
But the moment he drove away, something inside me started screaming that it had nothing to do with stress.
Daniel had bought new clothes before the trip.
He had cut his hair.
And when I casually asked him which hotel he had booked, he avoided answering.
I barely slept that night.
By the next morning, the suspicion had devoured all the reasonable explanations I was trying to give myself.
So I did something I never imagined I would do.
I found the hotel reservation that I had accidentally left open on the home computer.
The resort was only three hours away.
My hands were shaking while I grabbed the keys.
I was repeating that I just wanted to stay calm.
I wanted to find Daniel sitting alone by a pool,
