On the little table beside the door was a drawing Kieran had made using his favorite crayons.
It showed the three of us standing together beneath an enormous yellow sun.
Callum walked right past it.
For eight years, I had been the person who reminded him about everything.
Family birthdays.
School appointments.
Packed lunches.
Important dates.
This time, I said absolutely nothing.
He reached for the door handle.
Then he noticed the drawing, turned around, and picked it up.
A moment later, he was gone.
I remained in the hallway until the sound of his car faded into the distance.
The worst part was that I still loved him.
That was the first truth I had to face.
The second was that Callum seemed convinced my love guaranteed that I would be waiting for him when Monday arrived.
***
Saturday morning began with Kieran asking for dinosaur-shaped pancakes.
My attempts looked more like oddly shaped clouds with little tails, but he happily ate every bite.
“Can Daddy make me shark pancakes tomorrow?”
