wished the adults had found it as simple to hear.
Friday evening, my suitcase was packed for the drive home early Saturday. Claire came into the kitchen and announced that she and Daniel had accepted a last-minute invitation to a networking retreat. They would leave at nine; I’d keep the children until Sunday evening.
“I’m going home tomorrow,” I said. “The six weeks are over.”
. “We already said we’d go.” Her face flushed. She reached across the counter and took the spare house key I’d been using off its ring. “
