Laura
The smell of breakfast lingered in the air, but my appetite had evaporated. Not because it wasn’t delicious—on the contrary, it was one of the best meals I’d had in months—but because David had fled the scene like a bird startled by its own reflection. One minute he was feeding the twins and playing the role of Dad of the Year, and the next, he was grabbing his car keys with the excuse of meeting Daniel.
Daniel, who was clearly uninterested in meeting him, judging by the phone call I overheard. I could practically hear Daniel’s frustration in the muffled conversation, his voice rising as if to say, “Why the hell are you dragging me into this circus?”
And yet, David had left, leaving me sitting at the breakfast table with two empty high chairs and a head full of unanswered question
