He waited in his car at the clinic early the next afternoon, tapping his fingers on the wheel. She should be out soon, and they’d get things clear between them.After the bombshell with Melissa that Sarah had somehow engineered, he’d been in shock. He’d resented—still did resent—the fact that Sarah had interfered, but he couldn’t argue with the results. He knew now what had come between him and Melissa.Fury still burned inside him to think of his child’s anguish. He should have seen that more was going on than preadolescent moodiness. He should have made her tell him.The clinic door opened. Sarah paused, shading her eyes against the brilliant sunshine, spotted him and started toward the car. The moment she slid inside, he knew something had happened. She positively sparked with impatience and energy.“Esther told me where Lizbet is.” She snapped her seat belt with a decided click. “She found out for me.” She said that as if it meant something special.He turned the ignition.
