hands over his face.
Then he turned toward me.
“She’s gone.”
I said nothing.
“We can fix this.”
Daniel glanced at me but didn’t interrupt.
Derek stepped closer.
“Claire, I know tonight got out of control.”
I nearly laughed.
“Out of control?”
“I was angry.”
“You told an eight-year-old girl you would send her away.”
“My daughter.”
I looked at him.
“You called her my daughter twenty minutes ago.”
His face tightened.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Yes, you did.”
He stepped closer again.
Luke shifted slightly, but I
