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CHRISTOPHER
The entire drive back home, Emma looked worried. Nothing I said took that look off her face. So I’d stopped talking altogether.
My lake house loomed ahead in the early morning sunlight. We’d stayed one night at the hotel then decided to head back to face reality. Dealing with my daughters wasn’t something I looked forward to, but it had to be done.
“Don’t make them leave, Christopher,” Emma said as I pulled into the garage.
“I want you to make this place your home, baby. You won’t be able to do that with them around making life as miserable for you.” I parked the car then we got out.
Emma clung to my arm as we walked inside. “Just promise me that you’ll talk to them as nicely as you possibly can. It was never my intention to run them out of their home.”
“And you’re no
