“Your leg is.”
He placed a hand over it.
“I’m calm.”
My phone rang through the car speakers.
The yard.
I answered.
“Callahan Marine Works.”
Caleb’s voice came through.
“How far away are you?”
“Ten minutes.”
A pause.
“What happened?”
“No work emergency.”
His tone suggested another kind.
“Someone is here for Noah.”
Noah turned toward me.
“Who?”
Caleb heard him.
“A woman.”
My stomach went cold.
“What woman?”
“She says she’s family.”
Noah’s face emptied.
“Leah?”
“No.”
Caleb lowered his voice.
“She says she’s his mother.”
The car seemed to lose all sound.
Noah stared ahead.
I gripped the wheel.
