‘See you tomorrow at lunch,’ the chat from Tom says. He ends it with some cute smiley that I can’t help but grin, too.

I close my screen and shift my attention to Lukas, who is eyeing me suspiciously.

“What?” I ask.

“Who are you chatting with?”

“A friend,” I answer.

“Really? You seem delighted,” he remarks, his voice tinged with skepticism.

“Lukas, I am chatting with a friend, okay?”

“What’s the name of the friend?” he insists.

“Tom. He’s my previous office mate. I met him in San Francisco during my solo trip.”

“Oh,” he mutters. “He knows you are married?”

“I told him.”

“And my father knows?”

I...