In the rearview mirror, Ivy hummed softly to her rabbit. She had no idea what she had just set in motion.
When we pulled into the driveway, Nolan turned off the engine and sat there with both hands locked around the steering wheel.
“Go play upstairs, sweet pea,” I said to Ivy, forcing brightness into my voice. “Mommy and Daddy need to talk.”
She nodded solemnly and ran inside. We followed a few steps behind her. I waited until she had disappeared upstairs before I followed Nolan into the kitchen.
He went straight to the counter and braced both hands against it, his back turned to me. His shoulders were rising and falling too quickly.
“Look at me,” I said.
He did not turn around.
“Nolan. Look at me.”
He turned slowly. His face was as pale as paper.
“Who is she?” I asked.
“Maren.”
“Who is she? And don’t lie to me. I’ll know.”
