PART 35

On the anniversary of that hospital visit, Callum asked me to meet him at the kitchen island after Sadie went to bed.

The same lunchbox sat between us, cleaned and scuffed from a year of ordinary use.

Inside was a slice of apple pie from the bakery down the street.

Beneath the fork lay a note in his handwriting.

You don’t have to carry the worry alone.

Let me have a turn.