Caleb pov
"I understand." I felt something loosen in my chest, hope flooding in where there'd been only guilt. "Thank you, Bella. You won't regret this."
"I already regret it," she said, but there was less bite in her voice. "But Maya's right. Tom deserves to know his father. And despite everything, despite all the reasons I have to hate you, I have to at least let you try."
"When can I see him?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.
"Saturday," Bella said. "Two PM, hotel lobby. One hour, Maya supervised. You bring age-appropriate activities, nothing expensive or flashy. And Caleb? If you make him cry, if you upset him in any way, this ends before it begins."
"I won't let you down," I promised.
"You already did," she said, standing up and gathering her things. "Now you get to spen
