He was quiet for a moment.
“Then what’s happening tomorrow?”
“You can come at four. Spend time with Kieran first. Afterward, you and I will have a conversation.”
“Maggie…”
“I’ve listened to your plan, Callum. Tomorrow, you’re going to hear mine.”
I ended the call.
And for the first time all weekend, I didn’t feel the urge to phone him back.
By Monday afternoon, I had prepared a written outline of what Kieran needed from both of us.
At 4:23, I heard Callum’s key turning in the front door.
“Hey,” he called as he entered. “I hope you’ve had the weekend to calm down and think reasonably about everything.”
He carried the same travel bag he had taken on Friday.
But his expression changed when he noticed the papers arranged neatly across the kitchen table.
“What’s going on here?”
I pulled out the chair opposite me.
