So why was he asking me to wait now?
I reached for my phone.
Called.
Nolan did not answer.
I called again.
No answer.
Then I texted:
Where are you?
Three dots appeared.
Disappeared.
Then:
I’m nearby. Please give me a little time.
I wrote:
For what?
No response.
I stared at the screen.
The baby moved.
I looked down.
“Your father has chosen an interesting day to become mysterious.”
Caleb—or whatever Nolan suddenly thought we should call him—slept through the accusation.
