Daniel had confused my reliability with obedience.
By the next day, he was going to understand the difference.
At 6:52 the following morning, Melissa’s SUV rolled into my driveway.
I was already sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee.
She stepped out wearing designer sunglasses while her two children remained strapped into the back seat.
“You’re ready?” she asked.
“No.”
Melissa removed her sunglasses.
“What?”
“I’m not babysitting.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Daniel said—”
“Daniel doesn’t control my calendar.”
She gave an irritated laugh.
“Claire, I have
