THIRTY-SIX
Breakfast was preceded by a small battle, Samantha fighting to get both Bea and Amy out of bed. Her hair a tangled mess, she had no time to get herself ready, and pulled and cajoled Bea to get into her school uniform before she bundled the girls into the car and drove off, glaring at Steve as he stood in the hallway mirror, adjusting his tie.
“What is wrong with Daddy?”
Almost causing the car to swerve in her surprise, Samantha caught Bea’s concerned look in the rearview mirror. “What do you mean, darling?” she asked, trying her best not to sound too shocked. Surely her eldest daughter didn’t know what was going on? She was astute, but …
Clearing her throat, she shrugged and forced a reassuring smile. “Maybe he’s tired.”
“No, he’s not.” She seemed so convinced and Samantha
