Chapter Six
“Emma, could you set the table?” Gavin called from the kitchen.
He could see his daughter’s blonde head pop up from the couch before she called back, “What?”
He sighed. “Come set the table, please!”
“Why? We never set the table for dinner.”
God save him from questioning eight-year-olds. Although Emma was shy around people she didn’t know and was often extremely self-conscious in public, she managed to seem more like your usual kid when at home. It was some small comfort to Gavin that the daughter he’d gotten used to before everything that had happened still existed.
Emma wandered into the kitchen to watch him. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“You’re cooking.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Ms. Williamson is coming to dinner, that’s why. Now, go se
