Chapter 7

When Daniel came home the next day, he brought my usual coffee.

He set the paper cup on the dining table as though yesterday had been nothing more than another late night.

"Where's Lucy?"

"At a friend's."

He pulled out a chair and sat down.

"We need to talk."

I didn't touch the coffee.

"I'm listening."

"I need some time to sort things out over there. Don't tell the kids yet, especially Lucy. She can't afford the distraction right now."

"How much time?"

He rubbed between his eyebrows.

"I can't give you an exact timeline right now."

"Then what did…