He patted Danny’s shoulder once, hard, then straightened up.
“No,” Marcus replied, picking up his phone. “You made a claim. Burden of proof is on the accuser. You say she cheats. I say you’re wrong. Let’s find out.” bet your wife cheats
Elena smiled, but it was tight. “Yes. Last layover before the red-eye home. Miss you.” He patted Danny’s shoulder once, hard, then straightened
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Danny’s eyes went wide with glee. He opened his mouth.
A shadow moved in the background. A man’s arm, in a pilot’s uniform sleeve, reached across the frame to grab the second glass of wine.
The call connected. Elena’s face appeared, slightly pixelated. She was in a hotel room, the generic art and beige curtains unmistakable. She was in her uniform, but her hair was down. Behind her, on the nightstand, were two glasses of wine.