He pressed his fingers against his forehead.
“I’m going over to Elena’s tonight so you can have some space. I’ll come back Monday when it’s my turn with Kieran.”
My turn.
Those two words echoed in my head as I followed him toward the front entrance.
Callum lifted his bag from the floor.
On the little table beside the door was a drawing Kieran had made using his favorite crayons.
It showed the three of us standing together beneath an enormous yellow sun.
Callum walked right past it.
For eight years, I had been the person who reminded him about everything.
Family birthdays.
School appointments.
Packed lunches.
Important dates.
This time, I said absolutely nothing.
He reached for the door handle.
Then he noticed the drawing, turned around, and picked it up.
A moment later, he was gone.
I remained in the hallway until the sound of his car faded into the distance.
