Nathan chuckled.
“I think she’s going to love it.”
I stopped in the hallway.
I made up my mind.
Were they talking about Clara?
I pictured the four figures in Maisie’s drawing, standing together inside that beautiful building.
That night, I made up my mind. I would follow Nathan the next morning.
If Nathan was planning to replace me in the children’s lives, I wanted to hear him admit it to my face.
“Have fun!”
Saturday morning, Nathan helped the children into the car.
Maisie clutched her little wrapped package, while Owen held his folder against his chest.
“Have fun!” I called, waving from the porch.
Nathan blew me a kiss.
As soon as they disappeared around the corner, I grabbed my keys.
Clara appeared in the doorway.
I followed them across town, keeping several cars between us.
Eventually, Nathan pulled up outside a renovated brick building with enormous windows.
