Daniel’s expression tightened.
“Helen—”
“Cute,” I said. “That was the word.”
Claire looked horrified.
“You saw your premature daughters in the hospital and replied with that?”
Daniel snapped.
“I was on a ship with poor reception. I did not know what she expected me to say.”
Then he turned back to me, speaking as though he were the victim.
“I returned because we need to handle things like adults. The divorce, the finances, and the house.”
“The house?”
“We need to be practical. We cannot afford a long fight.”
“And custody?”
His eyes narrowed.
“I am their father. I still have rights.”
