his seat.
“You met my husband’s daughter before I even knew she existed.”
“Annika, I told him to tell you.”
“But you didn’t.”
Her face fell.
“No.”
“Thank you for helping with Atlas.”
Then I turned toward Ethan.
“Bedroom. Now.”
His mother stayed in the kitchen.
Once the door closed behind us, I turned on him.
“You let your mother meet Mia.”
“I needed someone to talk to.”
