stared at the floor. “I trust Travis. I don’t trust Daddy anymore.”
Everything inside me stopped.
“What?”
Emma’s eyes filled. “I don’t trust Daddy.”
I looked at Travis.
His expression told me he knew more.
“Why would my daughter say that?”
Travis glanced toward Emma. “Talk to Ryan.”
My temper snapped.
“No. If you know something about my daughter, you tell me.”
His jaw tightened.
“She told me something on our walks. I talked to Ryan about it.”
“You talked to my husband about my daughter?”
“Yes.”
“And neither one of you thought I should know?”
“I thought he was going to handle it.”
I could barely process what I was hearing.
“Handle what?”
Travis shook his head. “Talk to Ryan first. Then if you still want to talk to me, we will.”
For a moment, I hated him too.
Apparently, two men had been discussing my child while I
