“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Because I wanted to know what she was doing first.”
“And now?”
“Now I know.”
Marcus, Chloe’s fiancé, stepped into the kitchen with seating cards in his hand and stopped when he saw our faces.
“Bad time?”
Chloe looked at him. “My mother texted Dad.”
Marcus set the cards down. “She’s coming?”
“With Julian,” Chloe said. “And I need the box.”
I looked at him. “Don’t get dragged into this.”
“I’m marrying into this family in three days,” he said. “I think the dragging already happened.”
Chloe touched my arm. “Please, Dad. Let me handle it.”
“You don’t know what that box will do.”
“I know what her lie is already doing.”
I looked at my daughter. I still saw the girl on the stairs, but she wasn’t little anymore.
