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Chapter Four

At four-thirty on Sunday afternoon, Mitch conceded defeat. Without the sound of little-girl laughter bouncing off the walls, the house was so quiet he couldn’t concentrate on the opening argument he’d present in the morning. In the past, he’d grumbled about the thousand-and-two interruptions Hailey insisted were absolutely necessary whenever he worked at home. He would never make that mistake again. Her tiny fingers on his keyboard or frequent breaks for make-believe tea parties were nothing compared to the worries that troubled him now.