Sunday morning arrived with a knock on the hotel room door at 7:30 AM.
Kassie groaned, pulling herself out of bed to answer it. Daniel stood there with drinks and a white bakery bag.
“Peace offering,” he said. “I got breakfast from the place down the street.”
“It’s seven-thirty.”
“I know. I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about yesterday, about what you said.” He held out one of the coffees. “Can I come in?”
Kassie stepped aside, and Daniel entered the small hotel room. Marie was still asleep in the other bed, her headphones on even in sleep.
They sat at the tiny table by the window, and Daniel pulled pastries from the bag.
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he said quietly. “You were right. I checked out. I let you handle everything while I played with Bruno, and that wasn’t fair.”
“No,
