CHAPTER SIX
Emily watched on as Daniel gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. He was gritting his teeth, looking tense, like an animal in the wild being hunted. She’d never seen such a look on his face before.
Chantelle, sitting placidly in the back seat, suddenly picked up on the change of emotion inside the truck. Her soft blue eyes turned fearful as she locked her gaze on Daniel’s taut figure.
“Daddy, what’s wrong?” she stammered.
Emily turned to look over at the child. “Nothing, sweetie,” she said. “Daddy just has to speak to someone real quick, then we’ll get you inside and fix some dinner.”
Looking at the girl, Emily could tell she wasn’t believing a word she said. She was far too astute for a six-year-old. Her damaging upbringing had clearly made her o
