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His face gave him away. He knew something.
“Why would my daughter say that?”
Travis looked toward Emma. “Talk to Ryan.”
My temper snapped.
“No. If you know something about my daughter, you tell me.”
He knew something.
His jaw tightened.
“She told me something on our walks. I talked to Ryan about it.”
“You talked to my husband about my daughter?”
“Yes.”
“And neither one of you thought I should know?”
“I thought he was going to handle it.”
“She told me something on our walks.”
I could barely believe what I was hearing.
“Handle what?”
Travis shook his head. “Talk to Ryan first. Then if you still want to talk to me, we will.”
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I hated him a little in that moment.
Because apparently two men had been having conversations about my child while I was walking around completely unaware.
“Talk to Ryan.”
I took Emma home.
Ryan walked through the door shortly after six. I was waiting in the kitchen.
He saw my face and stopped.
“Why was Melissa at Emma’s school today?”
Ryan put his keys down slowly. “I changed the arrangement.”
“Without telling me?”
I was waiting in the kitchen.
“You weren’t listening.”
I stared at him. “So you lied to your sister and told her we both agreed?”
“I didn’t want to drag her into an argument.”
“You dragged her into our daughter’s school instead.”
He rubbed his face. “I don’t trust Travis.”
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“Why?” I threw my hands up. “Give me a reason.”
“You weren’t listening.”
He didn’t answer.
I stepped closer.
“You changed Emma’s routine without telling me. You lied to Melissa. You created conflicting pickup instructions. Emma was standing at school today wondering which adult she was supposed to believe.”
“I was trying to protect her.”
“From what?”
