The worst part was that I still loved him.
That was the first truth I had to face.
The second was that Callum seemed convinced my love guaranteed that I would be waiting for him when Monday arrived.
***
Saturday morning began with Kieran asking for dinosaur-shaped pancakes.
My attempts looked more like oddly shaped clouds with little tails, but he happily ate every bite.
“Can Daddy make me shark pancakes tomorrow?”
I kept my voice gentle.
“Daddy won’t be here for breakfast tomorrow.”
Kieran looked confused.
“Where did he go?”
“He’s staying somewhere else for the weekend.”
My son considered that information for a few seconds.
Then he pushed his plate toward me.
“Can I have some more syrup?”
I was grateful he hadn’t asked anything else.
He was five years old.
He didn’t need to understand the complicated decisions his father was making.
And I had no intention of making him responsible for any of it.
