Six years.
Just in case the call came at night and he had to move fast.
I didn’t know that until it was over.
I’m not sure I could have borne knowing it while it was happening.
Which meant that when my daughter, that very night, ran crying into the arms of a silver-haired stranger, she would already know exactly whose arms they were.
Chapter 6 — The Spa
Two hours later, Seraphina swept into the most exclusive spa in Brentwood and demanded their finest package.
“Charge it to Declan Kingsley’s account,” she said, tossing her sunglasses onto the marble counter.
And then she saw me, seated in a quiet corner in a plain white blouse, drinking herbal tea, and she couldn’t resist.
“Are they letting the help in here now?”