By the time the weekend ended, Daniel felt like a stranger in his own house. Claire’s cheerfulness mocked him, the boys’ innocence wounded him, and the silence between them all grew heavy. He realized he wasn’t waiting for answers anymore, he was preparing for war. The results would decide everything.
Daniel’s breaking point arrived on a rainy Tuesday. Searching for a charger in Claire’s desk, he found an envelope tucked beneath receipts. The handwriting wasn’t hers. Inside was a card with a line that made his stomach twist: I can’t wait to meet you, my love.