“Because I know more than I wanted to.” He pulled out his phone and showed me a photo—Andrew and the woman, getting into his car outside a condo building. A date stamp from three weeks ago glowed at the bottom. Then another photo. Then another.
My stomach clenched so hard I thought I might actually be sick.
“I was going to confront them outside,” Daniel said. “But tonight changed.”
“Changed how?”
He looked past me toward the restaurant entrance.