“Uh huh,” Emma said. “JanJan”–that was her nickname for Janice–“and I was playing hide-'n-seek, and she couldn't find me cause the house was so big, and I'm so little!”

I smiled. “It is a big house,” I agreed. “Do you like it?”

“Uh huh!” But then, she frowned. “Are we gonna have to leave again, like we did at Aunt Misty's house?”

I winced. I should have known not to start this conversation, not when I didn't have concrete answers to questions like that. I wanted to promise her that we weren't going to have to leave, and indeed, Andrew had said that he wanted to have us stay for at least a few months while he and I worked things out. But at the same time, things could change, and I didn't want to promise anything when I didn't know exactly how long we were going to be able to stay there. For all I knew, Andrew had only proposed we stay there for a few months because that's how long it would take for him to get us settled into a place in downtown.

I didn't really think that was the case, but it was possible.

Emma, sensing my hesitation, burst into tears. “I don't wanna leave Daddy!” she wailed.

“Oh, honey,” I said, pulling her into my arms and stroking her back. I had known that she was getting attached to Andrew. Of course, she was. Andrew was unfailingly wonderful with her, always listening a

nd attentive, showering her with love and spoiling her with little gifts.

“You're not going to have to leave Daddy.” That, at least, I could promise. Even if we no longer lived here, Andrew loved this little girl, and there was no way he was going to cut her out of his life.

Still, this did nothing to console Emma, who continued to sob against my shoulder.

“Emma, honey,” I said, hating what I was about to do but knowing that it was necessary. I settled her back down on the bed, holding her hands between mine and looking into her eyes. “We're not going to leave Daddy,” I told her. “It's going to be just like in all your stories. You and Daddy and I are going to live in this castle forever. We're going to live happily ever after.”

Emma sniffled. “We are?” she asked.

“Of course, we are,” I said firmly. I hated lying to her, but I didn't know what else to do. “Daddy loves you so much. He doesn't ever want you to leave.”

“Does Daddy love you, too?” she asked.

I swallowed hard, trying to push back my own tears. It wasn't that I wanted Andrew to tell me that he loved me. I wouldn't have believed him if he did. At the same time, when she asked it like that, it was heartbreaking to think that Andrew didn't love me, that he might never love me.

All I wanted was to promise Emma that Andrew and I were madly in love and that we were going to be together forever. But that was one lie that I couldn't bring myself to voice.

“Daddy loves you best,” I told Emma, hoping that would be enough for now. Sure enough, Emma giggled, settling back against the bed. “Okay,” she said. There was a knock on the door, and she clapped her hands in delight. “Daddy!”

I forced a smile onto my face, even though I still felt a bit heartsick over Emma's worries. “And the hero returns,” I said.

Andrew laughed as he came to join me by the side of the bed. “I don't know if I'd call myself a hero,” he said. “But I do know a pretty good story about a hero. You want to hear it?”

Emma nodded vigorously.

“All right,” Andrew said, pulling up a chair so that he could sit beside me.

He was close enough that our knees touched, and he caught my hand where it rested in my lap, stroking his thumb lightly across my knuckles as though sensing my distress.

I only hoped he hadn't heard the conversation Emma and I had just been having, but he gave no signs of having done so.

He proceeded to make up a story about a mighty knight named Orinoco, who used the magic of the IPO to get the “magical capital power,” which he needed to destroy the goblins of the “Poorly-Run Competitor Firms.”

Emma was all smiles by the end, and she quickly drifted off to sleep. I watched as Andrew tucked the blankets around her and then bent to kiss her forehead. Then, he turned towards me, a smirk on his face, and nodded towards the door.

I trailed after him into the hallway. “What a great story,” I said teasingly.

Andrew stuck his tongue out at me. “Well, the audience seemed to like it, anyway.”

“It's always work with you, isn't it?” I asked, unable to keep the sad note out of my voice.

“My work is very important to me,” Andrew agreed, nodding seriously. He caught my hips and pulled me close to him, fixing me with his piercing gaze. “But I'm making some changes. I had a meeting today with the executives, and I told them that I'm not going to be working as many hours from here on out. There may even be whole days that I take off from work! And they're just going to have to fend for themselves.”

I blinked at him, shocked by the declaration. “Really?” I asked.

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