THE EMAIL I SENT BEFORE DESSERT

watched his jaw tighten. I watched Sophie’s hand reach for her wine glass and miss.

Michael looked at me. Then at his wife. Then at his father.

“What email?” he said.

Nobody answered.

I folded my napkin, stood up, and walked to the front door.

Behind me, I heard Robert’s voice crack open like something that had been sealed too long.

He said one word.

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