“What do you do here?”

I glanced at Kelsey, who was biting her lip.

“I work.”

Callan looked deeply disappointed in me.

After breakfast Kelsey set the boys up in the media room with printer paper and every pen I could find, and then sat down across from me at the dining table.

For the first time we were properly alone.

“You spoke to your mother last night.”

“I did.”