He hung up.
I called Karen immediately.
She answered on the second ring.
“He knows,” I said.
“Knows what?”
“That there are feelings between us.”
She was quiet.
“Michael must have told him.”
“What do we do?”
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then Karen said, “We tell him the truth.”
I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me.
“Okay.”
“And we don’t let Michael decide what that truth means.” I smiled faintly.
“There she is.”
But the conversation with Daniel did not go as we hoped.
He arrived at my apartment the next morning and demanded answers.
“Tell me you haven’t been sneaking around with my mother.”
“We haven’t.”
“Have you kissed her?”
“No.”
“Have you slept with her?”
“No.”
“Then why is Dad telling me you’re planning a future together?”
I took a breath.
“Because he wants you angry with her.”
Daniel stared at me.
“Don’t tell me what my father wants.”
