A few hours later, Fi and Sammy, having texted Nate to find out where he’d gotten to, find him still trying to write his letter. He barely notices them arriving, but as Fi leans over his shoulder, he quickly hides the screen.
“Hey, private.” He looks at them then sighs. “But I could probably use some help.” Sammy smirks and nods,
“Okay.” They sit at the table, and he orders coffees for all of them before he tries to explain. He puts his phone down and looks at them as they sip their coffees,
“Celine gave me some great advice this morning, and I’m trying to follow it, and I’m struggling.” Fi smirks,
“What advice did she give you? And what about?” He looks at his hands,
“Lara. She’s been struggling at home alone with our two kids, and I’m struggling here without her. We’ve just been get
