“She’s up in her room getting dressed for school,” Trevor said, his voice soft and careful.

“Val, I need to look you right in the eye and tell you how truly sorry I am about yesterday.”

He adjusted his gold wristwatch, pushing the heavy leather strap half an inch up his forearm before laying both hands flat on the granite island.

“I lost my temper, Val,” he said, shaking his head.

“The framing crew on the Riverside job blew their milestone deadline, the subcontractors are hounding me for cash deposits, and I let the pressure of the whole project get the best of me.”

I tapped my thumb against my index finger three times beneath the edge of the wooden table.