Paying bills.

The children needed normality.

I tried to give it to them.

My daughters, Megan and Lucy, had their own worries.

Megan was old enough to know something was wrong.

She’d noticed Oliver’s boxes accumulating near the garage.

She’d also noticed how he began correcting Harry whenever the boy mentioned his father.

Lucy was younger.

She mostly wanted the wedding to be over so everyone would stop arguing about flowers.

I didn’t tell them the details.