Ezekiel’s eyes narrowed just a little, confusion flickering in them—confusion he had no right to show. His jaw tightened as if the sight of Elijah’s hand on my daughter was something he couldn’t swallow.

But that wasn’t my problem anymore.

Before he could say another word, I shifted Marga on my lap and brushed a kiss on her forehead. “Eat your pancakes, baby. They’ll be here soon.”

Marga nodded, but she stared at Ezekiel with those curious eyes that always saw too much. She ...