"Calm down, Anne Moore," Andrew said, taking my hands in his. He noticed how cold they were. "Look at me."
I lifted my face to meet his gaze. "I would never let anything happen to her. Cloe is at school," he said.
I stared at him blankly for a moment. "What?" I finally managed, confused.
"She asked to go to a school, and I let her," he replied.
I was surprised by this. I had been trying to get him to agree to this for so long. "But why?" I asked.
"I do everything for our daughter," he stated.
His words hit me hard. I always judged him for not being good to her, and finally, he understood and was doing what a child needed.
"We need to talk," he said.
I sighed heavily. "Yes, we do."
Andrew took my hand and led me to his office. This time, he had me sit on the sofa instead of in fron
