But waking me before dawn to handle medication he had never even bothered to learn? Something inside me finally went silent.
Daniel pointed toward the kitchen. “Her pills are in the blue organizer. Oatmeal, no sugar. And make coffee.”
I slowly sat up. “You woke me at 4:40 for this?”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t make everything dramatic.”
Lorraine added, “A good wife would already be downstairs.”
I looked at them both, remembering every birthday Daniel had forgotten and every apology I had offered for problems that weren’t mine to fix.
Then I smiled.
“All right.”
Daniel smirked, certain he had gotten his way.
I walked right past the kitchen.
Instead, I went into the guest room, pulled my suitcase from the closet, and packed ten shirts, jeans, toiletries, my laptop, and one red folder from the locked bottom drawer of my desk.
Daniel followed behind me. “What are you doing?”
