“Have a seat, Callum.”
He lowered his bag beside the sofa and sat down.
His eyes immediately landed on the schedule.
Monday through Wednesday.
But the heading didn’t say Husband.
It said Kieran.
Underneath were the ordinary tasks our son depended on.
School pickup.
Dinner preparation.
Bath time.
Bedtime.
Morning routines.
Callum picked up the paper and frowned.
“Hold on. This isn’t what we discussed.”
“We didn’t discuss anything. You informed me of what you’d already decided.”
“You said Monday through Wednesday would be your time with Kieran. I’ve written down what taking care of him actually involves.”
“This is absurd.”
I looked at him steadily.
“Which part? Picking him up from school? Feeding him dinner? Getting him ready for bed?”
Callum dropped the paper onto the table.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Actually, I don’t. You claimed this arrangement would keep his life stable. I’m asking you to show me how.”
