I didn't answer, and Julia couldn't have cared less—she lifted the shopping bag right out of my hands as if I were a delivery girl.
"This must be the purse Daniel ordered for me last month?"
"I've had my eye on this one for ages. How sweet of you to make a special trip, Miss Weiss…"
I couldn't listen to another word. My palm cracked across her face hard enough to cut her off mid-sentence.
She was clutching her cheek, mouth open to scream, when the front door swung wide.
Daniel stood in the doorway.
He was carrying bags of meat and vegetables, clearly here to cook lunch.
The second he saw me, panic flooded his face.
"Ev— Evie, what are you doing here?"
Something clenched around my heart so hard I almost couldn't breathe.
Six years of marriage, and Daniel had never once bought groceries, never once cooked a meal—always too busy with work, he said. Even when I was nine months pregnant, I was the one dragging myself to the market, standing over the stove with my belly in the way. And now here was my husband, carrying groceries to another woman's door like her errand dog.
I didn't answer him. I pointed at Julia and looked him dead in the eye.
"Who is she?"