Chapter 13
Still in his pajamas, Philip came running up to the entrance. “How come you’re leaving?” he asked Tristan.
“How come you aren’t dressed yet?” Tristan peered over Philip’s shoulder at the hall. “Rain, baby,” he yelled, “what are you doing back there?” He looked down at Philip. “What’s Daddy doing?”
“Making marionettes talk.”
Tristan hesitated. “All right. Well, I gotta go. Your dad’s gonna be here any minute. Go get dressed.” He looked at the hallway again. “Rain, I’m leaving,” he called out.
At the end of the hall, Rain appeared. “Wait.” But he disappeared again.
But he couldn’t wait. Milo would be here soon and Tristan wasn’t in the mood to come face to face with him. In the last month, Milo had skipped picking Philip up twice. He was less and less invested emotionally, b
