Chapter 7

I looked down at my hands. "I don't need to prepare for anything.

"Since the day Lila was born, I've made her breakfast every morning, stayed by her side through every cold, attended every parent-teacher meeting, and read her a bedtime story each night.

"What did Edward ever do? He bought her pricey toys and took her to fancy restaurants. But when she was burning up with a 104-degree fever and I rushed her to the ER at 2 am, where was he?"

Elena paused. "Are you sure he wasn't there?"

I fell silent.

Last November, Lila suddenly came down…