But now that we had ordered and were sitting here, the questions were returning to me, though I wasn’t fully sure I wanted their answers.
After asking the first of my many questions, Damien stared at me for a long moment. Then, his brow pulled together and he asked, “Why would I want to be at the ceremony with Claire?”
Maybe he meant that innocently, but instead it filled me with anger. How could he wonder why I would question it, when he was the one who had an affair with Claire?
In any other setting, maybe I would have held that accusation back. But we were alone here, and this felt like a date. If he wanted to show me he cared about me, then I needed these answers.
“You don’t have to play dumb,” I said. “Not with me. I know Amy is Amelia’s, but Stacy is Claire’s. With that timeline,
