Sully and Cordelia stared at Dallas, horrorstruck. He was still talking, but neither one of them was hearing anything much at this point.
For Cordelia, the thought that she was going undercover with Hunter – as husband and wife again, goddammit – was literally incomprehensible. How the hell was she supposed to just slide on into the role of a loving wife after his recent Siberian-level coldness? For him, it was obviously as easy as flicking a light switch: turn it on, turn it off and once it’s off, never even think about it again. But Cordelia didn’t find it that simple. She’d have to dig deep to not resent him, but this wasn’t about her and she’d do it, she knew. Kids’ lives were at stake.
Worse, though, was the fact that she was woefully not qualified for this. The op in Foxburg Falls
