“Noah’s doing well.”
“Yes.”
“You?”
The question surprised me.
“Fine.”
He waited.
I sighed.
“Better.”
“Article?”
“He read too much afterward.”
Caleb’s expression tightened.
“Long-term stuff?”
“Yes.”
“I wondered.”
“He thinks he’ll forget me again.”
“What did you say?”
“That I’ll find him.”
Caleb looked at me for a long moment.
“Good answer.”
“It was the only one.”
He picked up Erin’s sparkling water.
“Morgan’s leaving next year.”
“I heard.”
“I spent eighteen years preparing her to go somewhere, and now I’m offended she succeeded.”
I smiled.
“Parenthood appears badly designed.”
“Most love is.”
He glanced toward Noah.
“Still worth it.”
“Yes.”
