Lorelei
“Of course he wants to see his mom. You want to see me too, right?” I ask, holding back the desperation. He has kept himself distant from me. I barely recognize this Easton.
“He has a school play on Friday that he has a part in. He really wants you to come watch him. And then he’d like to meet you face to face afterwards.” His voice is so even. No excitement in it.
“We can go to lunch after.” I proclaim happily.
“It’s at 8:30 and will be over around 10. He’d meet you at Jessie’s office.” Now that cold firmness like the other night comes out.
“You’re coming, of course?” I grip the phone tight enough my fingers hurt.
“No. Mandatory meeting with my coach.”
Disappointment washes over me. “The nanny will bring him?”
“No. Kingston will. Does 11 work for you?”
I roll my eyes. “
