It was my nine-year-old.

And every instinct I had pointed at her.

Chapter 10 — The Drive

I called my neighbor to watch the younger three, and I drove to the country club faster than I should have, and the whole way there my mind was not on Luca, or Chloe, or the wedding, or any satisfaction I might take from its ruin.

My mind was on Kelly.

I kept seeing her small face.