“I’d completely forgotten this conversation existed,” Dan said softly. His voice was shaking. “I was in such a bad place back then. My marriage was falling apart. I was watching you and Pete at the barbecue, seeing how good you were together, and I said something stupid. I never planned anything back then. I swear to God, Isabel. You were his wife. My buddy’s wife. I never even let myself think about you that way.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.
“When we started getting closer after he died, it wasn’t some long game. It wasn’t manipulation. It just… happened. And by then, Pete had been gone for years. But when I found this message…” Dan looked up at me, and I’d never seen him look so broken. “We’d already sent out the invitations. We’d already booked everything. And I panicked. Because what if I did break my promise? What if I took advantage of you when you were vulnerable? God, what if I’m the worst kind of person?”
I froze.
“I need you to tell me the truth,” he said. “Do you think I manipulated you? Do you think I used your grief to get what I wanted?”
“Dan…”