“I certainly hope the internet connection is decent out there, because I cannot just disappear from my responsibilities just because you feel guilty about your own schedule,” he replied.
It hurt to hear those words, but I swallowed my pride and forced a smile because I wanted this week to be a fresh start for us.
The next morning, I arrived at the private dock thirty minutes late because of a sudden emergency at the office that required my immediate authorization.
I expected to find him waiting alone and perhaps a bit annoyed, but instead, I saw a crowd of people gathered near the seaplane.
Caleb was standing there with his mother, Margot, his father, Arthur, and Tessa, his ex-girlfriend from college, who was dressed in a flowy white linen dress as if she were the guest of honor.
Tessa reached out and touched his arm with a level of comfort that made my blood run cold, and she didn’t pull away when I approached.
Margot looked me up and down with her usual expression of thinly veiled disgust, adjusting her expensive sun hat as I walked toward them.