Chapter 11 — Grab Your Backpack

At 1:17 that afternoon, Marcus drove back into his Greenwich driveway.

Sarah was standing near the entrance, dressed to go out.

Her smile disappeared the moment she saw him carrying his suitcase.

“What are you doing back?” she said.

“Did your flight get delayed?”

“Meeting was canceled,” Marcus said, evenly, looking past her into the hallway.

“Lily.

Go grab your backpack.

We’re going to Grandma Evelyn’s.”

Sarah quickly stepped toward him.

“Marcus, you can’t just disrupt her routine like this—”

“Yes,” he said, “I can.”

At that moment, Lily appeared from her bedroom with her small canvas backpack clutched tightly against her chest.

Marcus took her little hand.

Together they walked out the door, passing Sarah as she continued objecting about routines and stability.

Marcus did not argue with her.

He did not accuse her.