“For you, maybe.”
“You can’t just walk out on six children.”
“They are enough.”
Her eyes flashed. “You can’t give me the life I want. But Harry can. He bought me a brand-new car and even took me to the Maldives, Robert. Do you understand the kind of life he gives me? The kind of life I deserve?”
“Maya,” I whispered. “Our daughter can hear you.”
She glanced at Adele. “Then maybe she’ll learn not to settle.”
Then she slammed the door: no kiss for Shannon, no promise to call, just the door closing and six girls becoming my whole world at once.
“Our daughter can hear you.”
***
Back in the kitchen, Adele sat across from me.
“I can tell her no,” I said. “This is your wedding.”
