So, why are you still up?
 
 ME
 
 Couldn’t sleep.
 
 Why are you still up
 
 KRISTY
 
 Sleep regression. Blame the kid.
 
 ME
 
 I cannot blame her. She’s blameless.
 
 Kristy’s face flashed on my phone. I debated whether to answer, thinking about Daphne in the other room. But Daphne knew about Kristy. They’d been friendly several weeks ago when we’d volunteered to do childcare. So, I picked up.
 
 “It’s easier to talk than type,” Kristy admitted. “Sorry.”
 
 “It’s okay.
 
 “How’s Daphne?”
 
 “Asleep,” I answered.
 
 “Oh, so she’s basically living at yours now?”
 
 Oh, how I wish!
 
 “No. We had a date. She’s over for the evening. We went out to dinner, but like a normal person, she fell asleep.
 
 “She’s not a normal person, Cal. She’s basically a princess.”
 
 I snickered. “She’s a normal person.”
 
 “So, is she joining you for the speech?”
 
 My stomach dropped.
 
 “She’s still in the middle of divorce proceedings, so who knows,” I said. “Hopefully. She might be in London, though.”
 
 “You always said you’d never trust someone who was divorced.”
 
 I set my jaw, “Kristy, that was a decade ago. Besides, she wasn’t the reason her marriage failed. This isn’t petty?—”
 
 “No, it’s just wealthy people fighting over inheritances and real estate.”
 
 “That man hurt her,” I said.
 
 “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
 
 “Kristy, he hurt her,” I raised my voice. “And I don’t want anyone poking fun about it.”
 
 Kristy waited a minute. “Oh… okay. Sorry. I have hit a nerve. I wasn’t aware she had any problems with him apart from the cheating.”
 
 “The cheating was just the tip of the iceberg. She doesn’t like talking about it.”
 
 “But it’s going well?”