everyone to meet me downstairs at six.
At 5:58, Daniel entered the living room carrying two champagne glasses.
Vanessa was sitting beside him while the baby slept nearby in a carrier.
Her mother flipped through television channels.
At precisely six o’clock, the doorbell rang.
Daniel frowned.
“Expecting someone?”
“Yes.”
I opened the front door.
Rebecca Sloan walked inside carrying a leather folder.
A licensed process server stood behind her.
Daniel’s expression changed immediately.
“What is this?”
I accepted the folder from Rebecca.
“The surprise.”
Vanessa rose to her feet.
