Laura stood behind her, keys jangling nervously in her hand. Her gaze was fixed somewhere over his shoulder. “She’s just tired. Nathan took her hiking yesterday.”

Nathan Bennett. Laura’s new husband of three months, a fitness coach with impossibly white teeth and a bottomless supply of motivational quotes. Michael had met him exactly twice and had reserved judgment, for Sophie’s sake.
“That right, Soph? Did you have fun hiking?” Michael asked gently, reaching for her small backpack.