Kassie woke to the sound of quiet voices drifting from the kitchen. For a moment, she was disoriented—it had been years since she’d heard male laughter in her house in the morning. Then the events of yesterday crashed back: Daniel was here. He’d stayed the night. And from the sound of it, Emma was already up and talking to him.
She grabbed her robe and padded quietly toward the kitchen, pausing in the doorway to take in the scene. Daniel sat at their small table, still in yesterday’s clothes but looking surprisingly at ease, while Emma stood on her step stool at the counter, carefully arranging sliced bananas on a piece of toast.
“The bananas have to go like this,” Emma was explaining seriously. “Like a flower. Mommy says pretty food tastes better.”
“I can see that,” Daniel replied. “It
