“She’s his daughter, too, honey.” Sighing, Edna added, “I know you don’t want to hear it right now, but the fact is, he has a right to know her and a right for Caro to know him.”

Disgusted with herself, Isabelle muttered, “Well, if you’re going to use logic...”

Laughing now, her old friend said, “Take the tea up to your room. A couple brownies wouldn’t hurt, either. Get a good night’s sleep. There’ll be plenty of time tomorrow to worry yourself sick over all this.”

“Maybe I will,” Isabelle said and stood up. She’d go to her room, but she knew she wouldn’t be sleeping. Instead, she’d be lying...