Emma waited until the children left for school. Until the house was quiet. Until there was nowhere for Daniel to run.

He sat at the breakfast table. Coffee in hand. Newspaper spread open. Playing the role of devoted husband and father.

The same role he'd been playing for years while screwing his assistant.

"Daniel."

Her voice came out steady. Stronger than she felt.

"Mm?" He didn't look up from his paper. Like she was background noise. Unimportant.

"We ...