She looked at me directly. “Are we speaking honestly with each other here?” “Don’t we always?” Laurel nodded, taking a sip of coffee. “Yes, that we do. So tell me. What’s your interest in all of this?” I knew this was coming. This was Laurel, after all. She didn’t mess around. “I want her to be happy.” “Ah,” she said. “Just her?” “Jeremiah, too.” “And that’s it?” She looked at me steadily. I just looked back at her.
