She Knew

For a long moment neither of them moved. The broken pieces of the mug lay on the step between them, and tea ran slowly over the wood and dripped into the canal. Behind her tree, Ana held her breath. She could see both their faces in the yellow light from the boat: the girl’s, white and still, and the man’s, which looked as if someone had just hit it.

有那么好一会儿，他们俩谁都没动。碎掉的马克杯倒在他们中间的台阶上，茶水慢慢淌过木头，滴进了运河里。在树后，安娜屏住了呼吸。借着小船照过来的黄色灯光，她能看清他们俩的脸：女孩的脸苍白而平静，男人的脸看起来就像刚被人打了一拳。

“The photo,” Jess said. Her voice was very calm, much too calm. “On your table. The man with the baby. Who is it?”

“那张照片，”杰丝说。她的声音非常平静，平静得有些过分。“在你桌上的。那个抱着婴儿的男人。是谁？”

Michael opened his mouth. Ana saw him think about lying. She saw him think about it for one second, and then she saw him decide not to. He stepped down onto the path, over the broken mug, and stood in front of his daughter. He was much taller than her, but he looked smaller.

迈克尔张开了嘴。安娜看出他想撒谎。她看到他想了一秒钟，然后决定不撒谎了。他迈步走下小路，跨过碎了的马克杯，站在女儿面前。他比她高很多，但看上去却显得更矮小了。