mine.”
I ended the call.
And for the first time all weekend, I didn’t feel the urge to phone him back.
By Monday afternoon, I had prepared a written outline of what Kieran needed from both of us.
At 4:23, I heard Callum’s key turning in the front door.
“Hey,” he called as he entered. “I hope you’ve had the weekend to calm down and think reasonably about everything.”
He carried the same travel bag he had taken on Friday.
But his expression changed when he noticed the papers
