Who knew our conversation would turn from shelly beaches to media frenzy in a matter of twenty minutes. Carl’s fingers are knotted in his lap. “And what about Teddy, hmm? What do you propose we tell him when he starts to notice how things are? And if he sees his mother regarded with disrespect?”
I square my shoulders. How I do this lying down I'm unsure, but as I'm still too tired to sit up, it'll have to do. “It'll be a lesson in humility for sure. But isn't it better to show him how to handle such things with integrity than to hide from them?”
Carl blinks at me, as though this never occurred to him. What is he, an adolescent? Dr. Flynn indicated as much. This must be what he meant. It’s a lot to process.
“The ivory tower,” he murmurs.
“What?”
His lips twitch, a smile threatening to
