Daniel sighed. “Listen, Claire. Our relationship has run its course. You stopped trying years ago. Do you even own anything that isn’t yoga pants or stained sweats?”
I stared at him. “I’m raising eight kids, Daniel.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “The point remains. The woman I’m in love with always wants to look beautiful for me.”
Woman. That word sounded strange, though I couldn’t immediately explain why.
“Who is she?”
Something flickered across his face. “That’s not important.”
I grabbed his elbow. “Daniel. Who is she? Is it someone I know?”
Daniel looked at me with that sharp, impatient expression he’d been wearing a lot lately. “Fine. If you really want to know, it’s Lily.”
“Lily?” It took a moment before the weight of those words sank in. “Not Mark’s daughter, Lily?”
His silence confirmed everything.
I stumbled backward. “That’s… We watched Lily grow up, Daniel.”
“And she’s an adult now.”
“She’s 26…”
“It’s not like we planned it,” Daniel snapped, grabbing his bag. “But we’re in love, Claire.”
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