Emma stood in her studio. Paint covered her hands. She wiped them on a rag when she heard the knock.

The door opened.

Daniel walked in. Yara skipped beside him.

"Mommy!" Yara ran forward. Wrapped her arms around Emma's waist.

Emma hugged her daughter. Looked up at Daniel. "What are you doing here?"

"Picking you up." Daniel's smile looked practiced. Too wide. "Thought we could drive home together."

"I have my car."

"I know." He gestured outside. "But ...