Mark pulled her closer.
“People disappoint us sometimes,” he murmured. “And sometimes there’s nothing we can do to change it.”
I studied him.
“You seem awfully certain there’s nothing to fix.”
His eyes shifted toward me.
“I’m trying to help our daughter, Nina.”
I stood.
“I’m calling Sophie.”
Mark’s hand froze against Emma’s shoulder.
“Nina. Don’t.”
That was the moment my concern became suspicion.
I turned slowly.
“Why not?”
“They’re sixteen. Give Sophie some space.”
Emma quickly wiped her cheeks.
“Mom, please don’t call and make her invite me.”
“I won’t.”
I kissed the top of her head.
“But I’m also not going to let you spend another night
