“The chair battery could fail.”
“Owen has a phone.”
“There could be a truck backfire.”
“He knows Noah’s grounding signal.”
“Noah could get dizzy inside the café.”
“Then he remains seated.”
“He could fall during a transfer.”
“Owen helps him.”
“What if—”
Caleb straightened and looked at me.
“He has to do things beyond the reach of your hands.”
My gaze returned to the empty gate.
“I know.”
“Knowing something is not the same as enduring it.”
“No.”
“Your fear does not prove he’s in danger.”
The sentence sounded like Dr. Whitcomb.
I disliked it immediately.
Caleb returned to the clamp.
“When Morgan learned to drive, I followed her the first three times.”
I turned toward him. “You did not.”
“Two cars behind.”
“That is deranged.”
“She lived.”
“Despite your parenting.”
“Most likely.” His mouth tilted. “The first time she went alone, I stared at the location marker on my phone until Erin threatened to throw the device into the sea.”
“Did watching it make you feel better?”
“No.”
“Then why tell me?”
“Because love doesn’t automatically become sensible merely because it’s sincere.”
