“What are you talking about?” “The velvet one,” he said.

“It is in the side pocket of Chloe’s overnight bag.

It has been there since we packed the car.”

I could not immediately make sense of what I was hearing.

“Caleb,” I said slowly, my mind racing to catch up.

“Did you plan this?

Did you actually plan this whole scene out?” And he turned then, just slightly, and looked at me, and there was no triumph in his face, no satisfaction, nothing but a kind of steady, sorrowful resolve.

“No,” he said quietly.