“I need to be there sometimes.”
“Then be there sometimes. Not sixteen hours.”
“I don’t work sixteen hours.”
They both stared at me.
“Fine.”
“Customers have been asking about Noah,” Owen said. “We put a card in the office. It’s full already.”
“Don’t bring it yet.”
“We won’t.”
“He gets overwhelmed.”
“We understand.”
I tore the sandwich in half and ate because they were waiting.
“How are you sleeping?” Caleb asked.
“I sleep.”
“That wasn’t the question.”
“Poorly.”
“Come stay with us.”
“No.”
“Marlowe keeps searching the guest room after I go to bed.”
My throat tightened.
“I’ll take him home tonight.”
“You sure?”
“The apartment will be familiar to Noah when he’s discharged. I need to get it ready.”
Caleb’s expression changed. “They think he’ll come home soon?”
“Not soon. Rehabilitation first. They don’t know how long.”
“And when he does?”
“I’ll use the spare room.”
“That’s where you store broken radios and six miles of cable.”
“I’ll clear it.”
Owen exchanged a glance with Caleb.
“What?”
