a spa reservation. It’s nonrefundable.”
“So was my hotel.”
“That’s different.”
I smiled.
“Apparently.”
She immediately called Daniel.
Even from several feet away, I could hear him shouting through the phone.
“Just leave the kids there!”
Melissa lowered the phone.
“You heard him.”
“Yes.”
I took another sip of coffee.
“And?”
That was when she finally realized something had shifted.
She climbed back into the SUV and drove away.
Daniel called eleven times.
I answered none of them.
Instead, I opened my laptop.
For twenty-five years, I had handled the
