Five minutes after reading the note, I strapped my drowsy daughter into her car seat, the letter folded in my pocket, and I drove.
My mother opened the door before I knocked. Maybe she heard the tires screech into her driveway, or maybe she was expecting this.
“What did you do?” I asked. “What on earth did you do?”
I strapped my drowsy daughter into her car seat…
Her face went pale as realization dawned on her.
“She did it?” she whispered. “I didn’t think she ever would.”
“I found the note,” I said, shifting Evie higher on my hip. “Jess said you made her promise something. I need you to explain. Now.”
Behind her, the kitchen light was on.
“I need you to explain. Now.”
Aunt Marlene was at the counter, drying her hands on a dish towel. She looked up, took one look at my face, and went still.
“Oh, Callum. Come in, honey. You should sit for this,” my mother said.
“Just talk. It’s my daughter’s birthday, and her mother walked out on us. I don’t have time for polite.”
My mother led us into the living room. Aunt Marlene followed, slow and quiet, like she already knew she was about to hear something she wouldn’t forgive.
“You should sit for this.”
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