Ruth Brandt — The Suitcase on the Porch
“Good.
Whatever happens between the adults, he doesn’t deserve to be frightened.”
She nodded slowly.
Before she left, she said, “You know, I used to believe Callum’s version of everything.
I’ve started wondering why I never asked to hear yours.”
I didn’t offer her comfort.
I didn’t attack her.
We had both made choices, but the central duty here belonged to Callum.