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.”
I could barely process 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.”
For a moment, I hated him too.
Apparently, two men had been discussing my child while I
remained completely unaware.
I took Emma home.
Ryan came through the door shortly after six. I was already in the kitchen.
He saw my face and stopped.
“Why was Melissa at Emma’s school today?”
Ryan slowly put down his keys. “I changed the arrangement.”
“Without telling me?”
“You weren’t listening.”
I stared at him. “So you lied to your sister and told her we both agreed?”
