“Margaret, I need to ask you something,” Delilah said, trying to keep her voice steady. “I found a photograph of a man who looks exactly like John standing in front of the Eiffel Tower. But John never mentioned going to Paris, and I never went with him. Do you know anything about this?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. “I don’t know anything about a trip to Paris,” Margaret finally replied, her voice tinged with surprise. “John never mentioned it to me either. But there is something you might not know.” Delilah’s heart skipped a beat. “What is it?”