Then another.
The officiant stopped speaking.
“Daniel?”
Daniel didn’t answer immediately.
Claire looked at him.
“What is it?”
He stared at her.
“Is this you?”
The color disappeared from her face.
“What?”
He turned the screen toward her.
She looked at the photographs.
For several seconds, she said nothing.
Daniel’s hands began to shake.
The photographs were not innocent.
They appeared to show Claire living a life completely different from the one she had described to him.
There were unfamiliar people.
Different apartments.
Messages between Claire and other men.
