Daphne and Atticus had only gotten a few quick bites before he claimed that he had to visit the washroom. Daphne had expected him to be gone for only ten minutes at most, assuming that the washroom was tucked away in some secluded corner of the lake house and Atticus needed time to navigate there and back.
Then another five minutes passed.
And another five.
Atticus still had not returned. Daphne pursed her lips behind her glass of wine, her eyebrows furrowed with worry. Did Atticus suffer some form of intestinal mishap from the food? No, that seemed highly unlikely since most of the guests were still milling around, chatting gaily amongst themselves. None of them had to take an extended bathroom break.
Which meant that something must have held Atticus back. Whatever it was, it had to be something capable for Atticus to forget a promise to her. Daphne decided that enough was enough; she was going to search for her wayward husband herself.
