Liora’s POV
I kept thinking about Ken's call long after we had spoken.
Not because there was anything complicated about what he had told me, but because the idea of having Karl with me for an entire week still felt almost too good to believe. I had spent so long wishing for more time with my son that I wasn't sure what to do with the possibility when it finally appeared in front of me.
By the time I got home that evening, I had already imagined a dozen different things we could do together. I could take him to the park, cook his favorite meals, help him with whatever schoolwork he brought with him, and let him choose what we watched at night. I wanted the ordinary things more than anything else.
I had just put my bag down when my phone rang again.
Ken.
I frowned as I answered because
