Marilyn
The boys had taken that phone that tracked their father upstairs with them when they’d gotten home, and she’d not thought anything of it at all, had asked where he was, and they’d yelled down “In the office.” Clearly checked that for themselves right away.
Now it was Tuesday morning, and she was standing with the phone in her hand. His schedule should have come in yesterday morning, and she’d not seen it due to the boys having the phone. She’d seen them bring it downstairs this morning and put it on the coffee table where it was to sit, and she’d asked Vincent to bring it to her so she could check Calvin’s schedule, and he’d looked at her with an odd expression.
Callum had jumped up. “I’ll check it, mum.” And he’d run off to pick that phone up. “Dad’s not going anywhere this wee
