CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Emily woke the next morning to find the other side of the bed empty. Her initial panic that Daniel had left her during the night was quelled when she heard the sound of hammering coming from downstairs. He must have woken early to keep his promise of working on the bar.
Emily dressed and went to fetch Chantelle for breakfast. When she found the child in her room, she could instantly tell that Chantelle was upset.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she held her hand and led her downstairs to the kitchen.
“Nothing.” Chantelle shrugged. She hopped up onto one of the stools. Then she wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Is Daddy going to be making that noise all day?”
Emily laughed. “All week, actually.”
She brought a glass of juice and a bowl of cereal over to Chantelle and set the
