Emma

I roll my eyes when Tag enters the kitchen.

“No need to make me dinner tonight,” he informs Bonnie as she unloads the dishes from the dishwasher. He pulls a water bottle from the refrigerator. “I’m working in my home office today. Please send Phoebe in when she arrives at nine,” he calls over his shoulder on his way out.

“I saw that,” Bonnie states, pointing a fork at me from her stance opposite me at the kitchen island.

“Saw what?” I play ...