saw Daniel immediately. He was tanned, relaxed, and grinning wider than I had ever seen. But he wasn’t alone. He was pulling his suitcase with one hand, and with the other, he was entwined with a woman in a white silk blouse, her long red nails resting possessively on his forearm.
\”Daniel?\” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. He stopped short, his smile faltering for only a microsecond before hardening into a mask of indifference. The woman beside him glanced at the stroller with an amused, almost pitying
