facts about his own children while strangers streamed around us carrying programs and backpacks.
That was somehow worse than the confrontation outside.
Every answer showed him another thing he should already have known.
Finally, Daniel said, “I’m glad you’re doing so well.”
Eli looked directly at him.
“Okay.”
Daniel flinched.
Not because Eli had been rude.
Because he hadn’t.
There was no anger in my son’s voice. No accusation. Just the careful politeness you use with an adult you barely know.
Mason tapped a pencil against his leg once, then slipped it into his pocket.
Vanessa suggested they go find lunch.
Daniel didn’t move.
“Could I talk to them for a minute?” he asked me.
The question surprised me.
What surprised me more was that he had asked instead of simply assuming.
I looked at Eli and Owen.
“That’s their decision.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened at that, but he turned to
