Ken’s POV
The afternoon had become quieter after lunch, and I found myself sitting on the balcony outside our room while Helen rested inside. The ocean stretched beyond the hotel, bright beneath the afternoon sun, and for the first time since we had arrived, I wasn't thinking about work or what waited for us when we returned home.
I was thinking about Karl.
I had spoken to him before he left for New York, but the days had passed quickly, and I hadn't heard much from him since. I knew he was safe with Liora, and I knew he had wanted to see his mother, but I still found myself wondering how he was doing.
I picked up my phone and called him.
He answered after a few rings.
“Dad!”
The happiness in his voice immediately made me smile. “Hey, buddy. What are you doing?”
“I'm at Mom's.”
“I
