Daniel leaned forward, hands open like he was pitching a client.
« Claire, you’re twisting everything. »
« Am I? »
« Rose misunderstood. »
« It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. »
« She said you promised her the house once I agreed to sell. »
« I never said we’d sell it. »
« Then why did she have a key? Why was she throwing parties there? »
Daniel rubbed his face.
« It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. »
