Madelyn avoided Zach's dark gaze and left swiftly.

Zach, clearly annoyed, came inside, tossing the car keys on the entryway table. He sank into the couch and lit a cigarette before calling the car service for repairs.

Margaret, seeing Madelyn's hasty exit, hurried upstairs to avoid a potentially irate Zach.

On her phone, Madelyn opened an email with client requests. In her studio, she began preparations, sure she could finish within the week. Dalton was in his crib, quietly using his pacifie