CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Daniel wasn’t quite sure what had come over him. He gripped the steering wheel of his truck tightly as he tried to focus on the road, but he was seething. He hated the way he reacted with anger when deep down he was actually desperately sad. He hated the look in Emily’s eyes when he snapped at her, when he threw his unhappiness in her face and blamed her for it. It was a terrible way to behave, an awful habit he’d learned from his own parents.
“Daddy?” Chantelle’s voice said from beside him, snapping him back to the moment.
“What?”
“If you’re angry because of my tantrum yesterday, then I want you to know I’m very sorry,” she said.
Daniel looked at her sadly. “That’s not it, honey.”
“But I am sorry,” she implored. “I don’t mean to get so angry.”
He sighed, saddened
