Suggest a chapter title
Sunday dinner with Eloise was not the collision I had braced for.
Kade and his mother sat in the living room while I put the babies down, and I gave them the space deliberately. When I came downstairs forty minutes later they were at the kitchen table with tea and the conversation was clearly winding down rather than just beginning.
I read the room and made myself useful in the kitchen.
Eloise left at nine. At the door she touched my arm briefly, and I covered her hand with mine for a second, and that was all that needed to happen.
Later, Kade told me what they had said.
She had apologized. Fully, without qualification. She had also told him something she hadn't told me.
The night she was on the bridge, she had been prepared to step in if it went further. Sh
