“He said yes,” Cloe said. “Jonah said yes to meeting Marshall.”
Mac read it over her shoulder. He was quiet for a moment.
“How does that make you feel,” he said.
She thought about it honestly. A month ago the answer would have been complicated, loaded with the nine years and the payments and the careful managed disappearance of a man from his own son’s life. But standing on a Friday pavement having just kissed the man she loved and having just watched her nine-year-old tell a classroom that family was about who showed up, the answer was simpler.
“Good,” she said. “I think it’s good.” She looked at Mac. “He needed to know his father. However that turns out, he needed the chance to know him.”
Mac held her gaze. “You gave him that.”
“We gave him that.” She put the phone in her bag. “Now
