Ivy hugged the toy closer. Noah nodded quickly. Lucas lowered his gaze.
Daniel felt sick.
Time stretched. The air thickened.
Noah reached for a glass of water. His hands trembled, and the glass slipped, spilling onto the floor.
Claire snapped instantly.
“Honestly,” she said sharply. “Can you do anything without making a mess?”
Noah froze, tears rising. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
She ignored him and turned to Ivy.
“And that toy,” Claire said, pointing. “You’re not a baby. Put it away.”
Ivy hesitated. Claire stepped forward, yanked the rabbit from her hands, and tossed it aside. Ivy pressed her lips together, crying silently.
Lucas stood up, instinct taking over.
“That’s enough,” Claire said, her smile thin and unsettling. “Sit down before this gets worse.”
Lucas obeyed, fists clenched.
Daniel’s grip tightened on the doorframe. Every instinct urged him to step in, but he forced himself to stay still. He needed the truth in full.
Claire’s phone rang. She answered with a bright laugh that made Daniel’s skin crawl.
“Yes, everything’s fine,” she said lightly. “He has no idea. Once the marriage is final, things will be much easier.”
She paced slowly, lowering her voice.