“And a reading table in the back.”
Her eyebrows lifted.
“And coffee.”
“You hate coffee.”
“I hate bad coffee.”
I smiled.
She walked toward the window.
“I could call it Second Chapter.”
I stopped.
“That’s annoyingly perfect.”
“I know.”
She looked happier than I had ever seen her.
That was when I realized I didn’t simply want her.
I loved who she was becoming.
Maybe who she had always been.
The divorce became ugly.
Michael disputed assets.
Then he accused Karen of hiding money.
Then, through his attorney, suggested she had been emotionally involved with someone else before the separation.
Me.
I found out because Daniel showed up at my apartment furious.
He didn’t knock.
He shoved the door open the second I unlocked it.
“Tell me Dad is lying.”
My stomach dropped.
“About what?”
“Don’t.”
Daniel’s face was pale.
“He says Mom’s seeing you.”
