I move across the room faster than I intended. I know exactly what she’s just found. Grady snapped a couple pictures of us on his phone one day when I was lying on his chest and sent them to me. They’re not indecent or anything, but for someone who doesn’t know what’s happening between us, I imagine it’s a huge shock. This is not how Grady and I planned this. We were going to talk to the kids together, when we had a timeline figured out. We were going to break it to them gently. Chloe looks like she’s just been slapped. Why, even though I thought to do it a million times, did I not put a security code on that damn phone? When I reach for the phone she clutches it tighter. “I don’t understand,” she says, her eyes pleading with me to say something, anything to make what she’s just seen make sense. “Is that Daddy?” Her eyes are blazing at me. “Um…” I’m a terrible liar, but it doesn’t matter because although I snatch the phone away from her, Chloe doesn’t give me an opportunity to speak.
