“We can start by looking for a therapist,” Marian said quietly as they walked toward the car. “Someone who specializes in children. Then… then you can discuss it with Elise.”
Daniel stopped in the middle of the parking building. He turned to face her, his expression set, resolved in a way that made Marian uneasy.
“We’ll discuss it with her,” he said.
Marian studied his face, searching for any hint of hesitation. “Daniel,” she said carefully, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He frowned slightly. “Why not?”
“If Elise is escalating because of us,” Marian continued, choosing her words with care, “should I really be there when you talk to her? I don’t want to make things worse. I don’t want Isabella caught in the middle of something she doesn’t understand.”
Daniel exhaled, rubbing the
