In the kitchen, away from Emma’s innocent chatter, Daniel ran his hand through his hair—that familiar nervous gesture that Kassie remembered from their relationship. The seriousness of his expression made her stomach knot with anxiety.
“What is it?” she asked quietly, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms defensively.
Daniel took a deep breath, clearly choosing his words carefully. “It’s about Lindy. About Emma having a sister.”
Kassie felt her heart rate spike. Of course—Lindy. Daniel’s ten-year-old daughter had been a reality from the beginning, but somehow, in all the intensity of this weekend, the full implications of that hadn’t hit her.
“You want Emma to know about her,” Kassie said. It wasn’t a question.
“I told Lindy about Emma last week. After we started planning
