my head as I followed him toward the front entrance.
Callum lifted his bag from the floor.
On the little table beside the door was a drawing Kieran had made using his favorite crayons.
It showed the three of us standing together beneath an enormous yellow sun.
Callum walked right past it.
For eight years, I had been the person who reminded him about everything.
Family birthdays.
School appointments.
Packed lunches.
Important dates.
This time, I said absolutely nothing.
He reached for the door handle.
Then he noticed the drawing,
