Chapter 89

Clara

I can’t breathe.

But I must.

These nerves are just me being stupid. Alistair is my husband, and I shouldn’t be this nervous about going out on a date—even if it’s been ages since we visited a restaurant without our three kids.

Miranda and Kira are coming over to watch the kids. They are authors like me. I got to know them through an online group, but they have been over a couple of times for