“Do you suspect a problem?”
“I don’t know yet.”
That was not entirely true.
I knew enough to be afraid.
When I got home, Brielle and Callum were in the living room, sitting too close together on the couch, speaking in low voices. Brielle had a folder open on the coffee table. Callum looked relieved when I walked in, which told me he had been anxious before continue reading …
