“This is Karen. I think we need to talk.”
Kassie’s hand tightened on the phone. “Karen? Why are you calling me? And why do you have Daniel’s phone?”
“Because Daniel is here with me, and there are some things you need to know about what’s really been going on.”
In the background, Kassie could hear a man’s voice—Daniel’s voice—speaking urgently but too quietly to make out words.
“I don’t understand,” Kassie said, moving away from the stove where her pasta sauce was still simmering. “What do you mean he’s with you?”
“I mean he’s been with me. Weekends, for the past two years, actually. Trying to work things out between us, trying to rebuild our family for Lindy’s sake.”
The words hit Kassie like ice water. “That’s impossible. Daniel and I have been… we’ve been working on things too. He’
