I shake her hand and assume she is Kyle’s stepmom.
“Your father is in his office.”
Kyle doesn’t bother to reply and walks down the hallway.
“Thank you for having us over,” I say to Sophie, not wanting to be rude.
But I soon realize the reason she appears sheepish is because she is the other woman. Being Joy’s best friend, she probably believes I hate her.
And maybe I did.
But now, she’s the least of my concerns.
Kyle inhales sharply before turning left. I follow and when I enter, I see a man with graying hair look up from his desk. When he sees us, he smiles, but it’s strained. He places his gold pen on the paperwork and stands.
On the walls are awards and newspaper clippings revealing his occupation—he’s the DA.
Kyle takes a step back, making it clear hugging is out of the questi
