Chapter 12

Days passed. She tried to pretend nothing was wrong to the children, but she knew they could see beneath the surface, could see the tension that had suddenly appeared between their parents. And that was because Steve had refused to leave. He was smart enough to sleep on the couch in his study, but he was still in the house, still pushing himself into their daily lives.

There was a time when she desperately wanted him to be home as often as possible. Now she wished he would just disappear.

Every time she looked at him, she imagined him with another woman, kissing another woman, touching another woman. She wanted to ask what she had looked like, if she was a redhead, like her, or a brunette, or a blond. The one face Emma most often saw in the dark moments when she couldn't help but imagine the woman he had chosen was Liz's. His assistant had always been so possessive of Steve. It had occurred to Emma more than once that she would have jumped at the chance to be with him.

Was it Liz?