It had been another long day, but the moment Caleb pulled up in front of his house, all thoughts of the gruelling hours spent on one repair after the next fled. All the lights in his house were off, but nearly every window was lit up at Scarlett’s house. And he could see the vague outline of two figures through the curtains that covered the front kitchen window. It was the fourth time Scarlett had taken care of Olivia for him in two weeks, his babysitter having hit a record-breaking streak of twenty-four hour flu bugs.
Each time he’d come to gather up his daughter, he’d gotten the clear impression Olivia was more than welcome in Scarlett’s home. He, on the other hand, was not. They’d spoken briefly on her front porch while Olivia gathered up her knapsack of toys and books, but the convers
