My Husband Left Our Seven Sons for My Sister—Then Our Eldest Sent His Wedding a Box With One Promise at the Bottom

PART 2 — Six Months Was Not a Bad Week

After the boys were at school, I called Claire.

She answered before the second ring.

“Good morning.”

Her voice was relaxed enough that I looked at the empty counter where the lunches had been.

“Where is Daniel?”

“Not here yet.”

“You were expecting my call?”