Chapter NineteenADRIAN'S PHONE DINGED on the kitchen table. He read the message and frowned but also felt relieved. It was from Maggie.
“What is it, Dad? Aren't we going to pick up Miss Maggie on the way to school?” Charlie was sitting on the opposite side of the table finishing the last few spoons of her Cheerios, legs swinging under her chair.
Adrian forced a smile. “I guess not today, sweetie. Maggie says she took the Metro already this morning.” He powered off his phone and slid it into the holder clipped to his belt.
“Aw, man. I wanted to do more play practice with her. I almost have my squirrel part memorized.”
“I know, honey.” He swallowed a sip of his coffee. Cold. “I'm sure we'll see her sometime this week.”
But after yesterday's complicating interaction on the veranda, he wa
