I wondered whether he truly had never read them.

A part of me wanted to believe it, because that would mean he hadn’t consciously chosen to ignore three babies who needed him.

Another part of me knew the distinction would not erase what he had done on the porch.

Before we could decide how to respond, an invitation arrived at Second Bloom.

It was delivered by courier, thick white paper tucked into an envelope embossed with the Brandt family crest.

It invited Eva and me to a charity preview at the resort on the weekend of Callum’s wedding.