CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Emily’s nerves felt frayed from all the events of the last few days. As she sat at the kitchen table on Monday morning, she could see the toll it had taken on everyone else’s faces.
Chantelle was barely eating, just prodding her cereal with her spoon. Daniel was busy on his phone. He seemed to be neck deep in work since coming back home. His toast lay uneaten on the plate in front of him.
Emily sighed deeply, sadly. Her phone pinged with a message from Amy. She felt herself smile for what felt like the first time in twenty-four hours.
“Amy wants to know if she can come by later with a birthing book she picked up,” Emily said aloud, skim-reading the message.
Daniel looked at her from his cell phone with a frown. “Why? I thought everything was arranged. You wanted a
