Made popcorn.
Biscuit fell asleep beside Ben.
I put my phone on silent.
Then around noon, Elliot came downstairs carrying a taped-up banana box.
“What’s that?”
“A wedding present.”
“For your dad?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s inside?”
“Nothing dangerous.”
“That is not reassuring.”
“It’s not gross either.”
“Also not reassuring.”
For the first time in weeks, Elliot smiled.
“I just want Dad to have it.”
I hesitated.
Daniel was still his father.
No matter what he had done to me, I didn’t want to control my sons’ relationship with him.
So I
