“You’re good with him,” Samantha once said, her expression almost kind. “It’s nice for him to have another adult who cares.”
Claire had taken that as a blessing, maybe even an unspoken truce. But everything shifted after the wedding.
It happened on a quiet Tuesday in April. Rain pattered gently against the kitchen windows as Claire chopped vegetables for dinner. Daniel knelt near the cabinets, trying to reattach a wobbly handle.
Without looking up, he cleared his throat.
