Chapter 8
“What’s this?” Jack asked one morning after the mail was delivered. He showed Callum a small, gift wrapped box. It was from Callum’s parents, Jack recognized their handwriting.
Callum’s parents had refused to acknowledge their relationship so far, so Jack thought it was a small sign of their appreciation to at least send them something for the baby shower, if belatedly.
He opened it eagerly, but couldn’t make anything of the small bottle inside, innocently nestled between red wrapping paper.
“It looks like oil,” he guessed.
Callum made a dismissive sound. “Something like that. It’s Worcester sauce. A little reminder that I’m sharing my pillow with something from the food chain.”
Despite the situation, Jack had to chuckle. He took the little glass bottle in his hands to exam
